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:Share Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on X (Opens in new window) X Print (Opens in new window) Print Related