It spills the ink that writes your name
As its subject, as its inducement
It writes you in every angle
Happiness and grief
Merge into stanzas
Unrhymed but each sound
A sweet begging-
Wearing the regret as it writes
Your name-
It writes you in a cursive way
And keep all the letters connected
Afraid to break,
Even the smallest of lines
Although, the pen grieves
Unexpected.
Unaware.
As it put the period
That puts all into an end.
YOU ARE READING
The Breathing Poems
PoesíaWhen I cannot speak, I cannot be mad, when I cannot share the happiness, all I have to do is to write the breathing poems.
