I wouldn't know how to
But I'll turn on the ignition.
I'll give it a go.
I'll keep filling in for
As long as I can,
These pages
That you
So beautifully
Gifted me
On the off chance
I might get back
To when I couldn't keep away
From a pen.
I'll balance reality with the world
I built for myself.
Just don't lose faith in me.
Not yet.
YOU ARE READING
Echo of Thoughts
PoetryPoetry is thoughts that breathe, and words that hurt. It is a matter of life not just a matter of language... Breathe in experience, breathe out poetry....
