Poems from MurrSayDays

My lungs. Burn.  My legs. Ache. Yet I could not imagine anywhere I would rather be.  My stride carries me along, but it's the mentality...
Her voice is the light at the end of the tunnel.  If only there was a tunnel I could go through to get to her.  For now, I have to accept...
She believed that living was a burden. Tracing every flaw, noting every mark. The world was at her fingertips, yet the world was too much...
Nothing matters except the pen and paper, how the ink flows so smoothly on the paper.  Every word that that paper embrances has meaning. ...