• NieNie88's Gallery
  • View Profile
  • Send Private Message
  • Artist Info: Hi my name is Connie and as you can see i love to write. Writing is the one way I know how to express myself. Whats yours? Along with writing i love art and drawing, i may not be the greatest but I love to do it. I also love photography capturing moments that can last forever and my favorite photographer is Ruberman Rodriguez he inspires me to do more then just take a pic but to make it into something amazing and beautiful. What are the things you love to do? You see you don't have to be amazing at something, you just have to have a passion for it. No matter what anyone says, as long as you love doing it you will succeed. well don't be afraid to say hi.<br />
    <br />
    Stitched lips<br />
    <br />
    I waited for years<br />
    for you to finally hear<br />
    those words that didn't seem so clear<br />
    I tried to speak to your broken ears<br />
    But they refused to listen<br />
    <br />
    I was drowning in the misery<br />
    that could not yet be spoken<br />
    my tears dripping<br />
    because everything in life had seemed so broken<br />
    I came to you with all this pain<br />
    but your ears stitched my lips<br />
    so the vibration of my words<br />
    Could not penetrate your inner thoughts.<br />
    <br />
    A part of me had yearned for your empathy<br />
    To teach me all the things I could not see<br />
    To open your heart<br />
    and to let me breathe.<br />
    To use the key to unlock<br />
    the cage that had surrounded me<br />
    But I was trapped<br />
    deep with in myself<br />
    cause this could not be<br />
    It had to take some one else<br />
    to use that key<br />
    The only one<br />
    that wanted to listen.<br />
    <br />
    They opened their ears<br />
    to my misery<br />
    and allowed it to be spoken<br />
    They wiped my tears that had slowly dripped<br />
    and showed me more to life<br />
    then this brokenness<br />
    I went to them with all my pain<br />
    They finally unwoven those stitches<br />
    that had a stronghold on my fragile lips.<br />
    Allowing the vibration of my broken words<br />
    to penetrate their deepest thoughts<br />
    Letting my words pour out like the rain<br />
    Because finally some one had choose to listen<br />
    to what I had to say.    <br />
    <br />
    <br />
  • Avg. rating: