My pen can listen to my heart,
But writes only what
My mind's says to it.
It writes about joy
When my heart is wrenching
Down there
It writes about courage and strength
When my heart feels nothing and falling apart
My pen turns a deaf ear on my heart
Most of time
But when it writes about it
It writes nothing but pain.
YOU ARE READING
Sinking Alphabets
PoetryAnd I picked up my quill and let my thoughts and feelings dive deep in the ocean of poetry. ~All rights are reserved.
