i search for the words
no one ever thought of.
my mind is full of untold stories
i write my own -
but the paper is still blank.
unfilled pages
white and plain
give me something to remain
i'll fill them with ink
but it floods my paper
i'm drowning in those words
thinking if i might sink.
YOU ARE READING
pictures i paint in my head
Poesiafor my tears will dry one day. just not today. [this is a collection of poems, helping me to cope with my struggles]
