The color

It’s the color of my heart when it explodes. And not in the kind way. It explodes after years of your goals and ambitions leeching onto the back of my mind. I never expected to drown so young with chains around my voice. It’s the same color of the hearts people draw next to their … Continue reading The color

Glass chains have shattered

Touch the glass wall And shatter it all I don’t mean to But I’m about to explode Can’t keep me here for long Unless you want the storm too Cause the chains are gone And I’m tired of waiting ---------For someone else’s approval   Copyright © Robin LeeAnn