There she was with a pen,
letting the ink spill
and fill the paper
with her rushing thoughts.
She was a bad girl,
committing mistakes,
which she didn't want to,
but there she is
doing it again and again.
Leaning on someone is hard,
trusting someone and telling them
all her deepest fears is something
beyond her imagination.
So she let paper and ink
be her comforters
and so she embraces them
with all the joy and enthusiasm.
she turned the pages scribbling on them
With a stained tear as a signature
Sometimes its just a drop,
well most of the time
they are patches of emotions,
her signature adds in more and more
beauty to the words scribbled down.
Well what's more beautiful
than unsaid words.
Let me know what you think!❤
YOU ARE READING
Spiralling Thoughts
Poetry[Highest rank: #36 in poetry ] Winner of The Profound Awards Winner of The Imagination Awards Winner of a special award called The Yeat's Award A collection of poems about pain, love, suffering and strength.