Letters save me from myself,
from my isolated place,
from the storms I can not escape
and the sky when is too grey.
Lyrics make me get to breath
when I can not feel the air,
it's too hard to stay endwise
when the truth slaps your heart.
Writing takes me out from here,
small room that eats my being;
gives me some freedom and peace
so I can hold up till I leave...
My feelings grasp my soul,
squeeze it so strong
to pull out all the words
and release me from my thoughts.
AndreínaLP
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
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