I have always thought a pen and paper,
Or that blinking cursor,
The petty words I write,
The gibberish I name art,
Would stay,
Stay like that constant noise,
In my head screamin' till my head hurts,
My body pains,
And my eyes ache,
Stay like those empty words,
Ringing through my ears,
Stay like the memories,
All screenshotted and backed-up perfectly,
Stay like the loneliness in me,
Every night;
Like my damp pillow and saline lips,
But,
I have no more poetry left with me.
©miss_lost_soul
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Poetry"Where words fail to speak, It takes form of a writing, Writing, a struggle against silence, And its in poetry, It's the most beautiful thing that can ever happen." I never imagined that I could write so much until I found myself alone in my room...
