It has been a long time
Since words tried to smile
As they go
And started to rhyme
The ink would not stay.
They go and would slip away.
The paper surely missed though
Of how black and blue colors the snow.
No, it's not that the hands wouldn't cooperate
Or that they couldn't demonstrate
How the heart feels frustrated
Of how she missed words when they started faded.
Maybe, words needed to go
And silence needs to show
So hands could finally rest
And heart can feel at peace.
(Unfinished)
