handwriting
Slanted yet somewhat cursive words across a page,
Poetry spewing from the ink of a pen,
Emotions screaming to be heard on paper,
There is was: a conspicuous way of leaking damaged thoughts,
It makes me want to write more,
To see my pen ink the pages of a notebook with my handwriting,
I want to see my thoughts manifest on paper,
Instead of typing these poems with the same damn font.
a.b.
YOU ARE READING
Tarnished Beauty
PoetryYou and I, we have different stories and that's what makes us all individually unique. This is just a continuation of mine- where I try and fix myself, relapsing along the way. I hope this gives you hope or whatever you need to survive.
