My mind sends its message
And my voice gallops,
Suddenly coming to a halt at my lips.
And it stops
unable to reach its full potential.
It stops at my lips
Because it’s terrified of your eyes,
It’s scared to be heard.
It falls short and just crumbles on my tongue,
Falling out in pieces.
SORT IT OUT
It’s like my mind is telling me
THE WORST IS ON ITS WAY