Bleed life out of me

July 2, 2013

I bleed words into emply spaces.

They crawl onto pieces of paper.

They flow in conversation.

They reside on my digital screen.

I bleed words to set me free.

They carry me when no is around.

They let me express myself verbally.

They open doors to the whole world.

I bleed words because they're my only motivation.

I bleed words because life needs them.

I bleed words because they are all I really ever had.

I bleed words because I can.

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