The ink of her pen
as blue as her veins
as it slices pain across
the pages of her notebook
Who would have thought
that this girl with entire galaxies created just for her
wouldn't have the space to breathe
Who could have suspected
all the tears a blank page could hold
The ink of her pen
as red as the blood
that runs down her wrist
Pooling into a puddle
and forming poetry
that seeps through her notebook
and drips onto the floor
YOU ARE READING
the echo of her thoughts (poetry collection)
PoesíaThis is for all those forgotten thoughts And all those missing dreams Every single unheard wish In faded memories To ideas lost in the space of time And those words drowning in the endless seas You'll always be there echoing The songs of the galaxie...
