Come, give me meaning as you
lift my words with your tongues,
Lapping up the remnants of
my original intentions and stripping
my purpose from the pages
stained with tears.
Or is it blood?
Maybe it was both;
my fingers cried
their lamentations
through this ink
of life and
something else.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryI have evolved my poetry style over the past several years, and here is the product. I shall continue to add to it as I write more and collect more feedback. Please feel free to message me privately with any specific comments, suggestions, or anythi...
