Words Of My Heart

Words upon a page
Are the words of my heart
Nothing much to see
But this is who I am
Its hard for you to get it
No one really seems to care
But every word that I write
Is who I am inside
I am not very eloquent
Just simple words I write
But somehow my heart gets out
Whether you see it or not
How can simplw words
Of what seem to be so shallow
Reflect a heart that goes so deep
But somehow it just does
And I become different than who I was
I let the lines absorb each thought
The ink is the tears of my soul
Dripping on to the page
The hand that catches them
No other knows what the pages know
Carrying my burden that no one else will
It seems like a pethetic gesture
Why should I allow a pen to know
The top secrets of my soul
Why should I reveal to the precious page
Somewhere in my heart I know that
It doesn't really care about me
It doesn't feel like I do and it doesn't understand
Yet I have myself convinced that it does
sadly I lie and get my mind to belive that
Every word I write is understood and felt
I need to belive its true
THat these words so frail and insignificant
Are actually portraying whats real
But its just a facode
The core of a person can't be expressed in words
As hard as I try
Words will never show who I really am
It will come closer than anything else
Ever could
It is a failing example of me
A faulty expression of my heart
I can not stop
Letting my inky tears fall on to empty pages
I will continue to spill bits of my heart
And allow the page to soak it up
Even if its not complete
It what I do
Words upon a page
Words of my heart