It has been a long time
It has been so long since my pen has touched paper
It has been so long since my feelings have danced on sheets of paper
It has been so long since I have written about you
Since my thoughts have been intoxicated by your being
I remember when you were my only inspiration
My reason for living
When my heart fluttered at the mere sight of you
Those days have long been gone
They left with you
When you left I could not write
I could not create
You left me hollow
Inside and out
A shell
I have erased your name from my heart
Off my mind
My wounds have scabbed over
My stitches have been removed
My heart is picking up its pieces, one by one
So when my pen hits the paper it glides endlessly,
Like before I met you
The flame is gone
The sparkle is gone
The fireworks have been hushed
Nothing is left
Except emptiness
And words that need to be written.
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding Ink
PoetryI will not pretend to be a poet. I simply lace letters into words, words in verses and these verses are my feeling which have slowly bled through the pages of my notebook. This is my "Bleeding Ink".
