My Poem

Things i can't say with my mouth, i write them down as poem, i hope you understand. The words may be too heavy for my mouth to utter but never too heavy on my paper I may run out of words to express them but never out of ink to write them Things i can't confess to a priest, i bleed them with ink as my paper listens Sometimes i don't control these things, they just happen so quick...more like instincts. I call them confessions too, i write down my sins and reflect on them. Things i can't whisper cause i know the walls have ears, i write them down with no fear. The paper wont judge me, it doesn't care.