Everything My Heart Is

I seem to pour out
everything my heart holds,
Into these words,
Onto this paper

I pour out these words
Until I am drained.
Completely empty,
Until my mind and heart has run dry.

Tears stain this paper as I write
Empty pages collecting dust
Sitting upon a cold empty shelf

Where this will stay for many a year
The pages turning a shade of yellow
Of Age
Of Youth

So I'll pour my soul out
Onto this paper
So It may be seen in the future
In a book you just so happen to read