The orange glow flows over the paper,
As your pen scrathes
The words unseen
Upon your face.
The emotions held back
For too long of a time.
You scribble over the paper.
Soon there's not a blank place seen.
Your pen keeps moving,
Oh, so many unsaid words
Breaking through your skin
Your about to explode
Your shell is slowly cracking
Little lightning strikes going up your arm,
All over your body.
The pen flicks and curves
All the words
Just right and sweet
Something heartfelt,
For others to see.
The light slowly dims
As you close your notebook,
Slowly close your eyes.
The words have been spoken.
Now comes tomorrow,
As you shy away,
From the reality of today.
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