the quiet poet sits,
her mind a storm.
velvet flowers of beauty
wilt on her tongue
voice a silent melody,
never heard.
inky tears
drip
drip
drip
down her face,
splatter the paper.
her tears speak a million words
that she will never say.
for she is a poet,
tears for ink,
paper for a heart.
YOU ARE READING
Hidden Emotion
PoetryThe words that die on my tongue bloom on paper. My mind is the quill, and my tears are the ink. ABSOLUTELY AMAZING COVER ART BELONGS TO: @Sarahishamiltontrash
