I can't stop I can't stop I can't stop
There are so many things I should do
Instead of sit here
Writing like a madman
But here I am
I can't stop
Don't really want to
These moments are so rare
Sparks in the night
They can't be wasted
When they arrive
I leave everything else
And begin to write
Can you blame me
For not wanting to stop?
Can you blame me
For holding on to these shattered pieces?
Maybe yes
Maybe another night
YOU ARE READING
Poems for the Heart
PoetryA collection of poems about life, death, love and everything in between. I'll publish one poem a day until I run out. Enjoy and give feedback, if you want.
