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,

So wide,

So vivid,

So real.

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

BRACE YOURSELF

THE WORST IS ON ITS WAY