Tap, tap
I'm writing you a letter
Ink crawling on a blank sheet of paper
Tap, tap
The words are getting good now
My feelings are conveyed with rich, meaningful vows
Tap, tap
Need I remind you, promises are fragile
But each time you break one, you would just smile
Tap, tap
My mind stops on its tracks
Crispness in sentences is what a girl like me lacks
Tap, tap
I rip out the paper, crumple and throw it to the bin
My hand is tired of moving, so I decide to drop my pen
Tap, tap
That should explain to you that no word is enough
to tell you about my trek in this world that's so rough
Tap, tap
So I rewrite my letter again
Hand moving freely with its weapon called a pen
Tap, tap
I jot and jot and jot, making one more wasted letter
More loss of ink and waste of such paper
Date Written: June 20, 2012
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All Things Poetry
RastgeleJust a compilation of the poems I save throughout the years. Sadly, the ones from when I was much younger was lost. I wish I'd published them.
