Hope these words are nothing - they live unseen - these words are everything - they are me - spill the ink upon the page covering its nakedness with the blood of your dreams, these words are a window - they peer into my soul - is their hope left there? Share this:ShareClick to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window) Related