• khadijah_writes 7w

    Ink

    When my lip refuse to speak
    And my ear refuse to hear
    When my eye refuse to see
    And my leg begin to shake
    When my hand begin to tremble
    And the words starts to cuddle
    When my voice turn to tears
    And the truth is with me, but hidden
    But my pain is out, and open
    I use an ink to express myself

    ©khadijah_writes