I saved
the very first stroke
The very first ink
I offered to you
The very first blood
From my pen.
I saved it all.
For your name
To be written
In my first page.
I put all my words
That I kept for years
I made it extra special
I made a rhyme
Prose and poetry.
I spend my time
For perfect words
I destroy myself
every night.
I willingly gave my soul
Just to give you a name.
but you're a critic
and Im a poet.
I can fix everything you destroy.
Except for myself.
If there would be a chance
To write for you again.
Please. Just please
Let me do it for you.
Let me write for your epitaph.
YOU ARE READING
EROS-ALGOS-LOGOS
Poesía"when you left i didn't bleed but my ink does. thank you for turning this lover into a writer." ----- This is a collection of words and poetry. I'm using the daily splice collage of Adam Hale. All credits to this wonderful artist.
