Nothing is set in stone,
Yet, those moments shone
As ink seeps into the paper,
Leaving blots that taper
Lingering imprints of the day,
But no words hold the same sway
If I could capture every nuance in your laughter,
I still wouldn't be able to fill the countless craters
I fear I'll lose you,
I fear I'll use those seconds as a bargaining chip
Just to be lauded for my writing prowess,
I'll cut up these emotions to fit into stupid rhymes
Do you feel the ache of being a writer, love?
It is a meticulous task of balancing emotion and wit
But I still do love being a writer,
Don't blame me, words never failed me.

YOU ARE READING
A budding writer's collection
PoetryJust a bunch of poems written as and when I feel to write them