Some of my writings from the margins.
These are just some of the strings of thoughts which tend to fill my mind. They do not always make sense or even seem to mean anything. But, like I have stated before they are just words which I need to get out. Enjoy
Music wide open
No words even spoken
Times like these bring it all back
I held your hand and we made it through
Side by Side we let out our battle cries
Fighting for our lives
Smiling for our highs
Full of empty rhymes and tattered lines
Hold me tight all through the night
The storm is raging and alone I cannot take it
My mind is racing
My heart sounds of thunder
Can your whispers ease the pain
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