I write my words in ink.
Trying to leave behind the thoughts that I always set aside.
Merely hoping to be remembered.I like it.
Maybe it's because my words look better on paper.
Or because my lips fail to utter my words.When I go through storms I find my journal laying aside.
Calling my name. Shouting.
Telling me to come closer and spill my tea.
To write down my thoughts and feelsAll I know is that paper gives my words hugs.
Warm, tight, comforting hugs.
And always calls them beautiful.
YOU ARE READING
Random Rumination
Poesía| #53 in poetry 20/2/2018 | ---------- ❝I like it. Maybe it's because my words look better on paper. Or because my lips fail to utter my words. ❞ - Phadwa : 0| My ink