For Ace
I am so tired
of pen and paper
being the only ones I can trust,
of pen and paper
being the only ones I can count on.
Pen and paper
cannot tell me
everything's going be okay.
Pen and paper
cannot tell me
ridiculous stories
that make me forget
how sad my life is.
Pen and paper
cannot laugh
at my awful jokes.
But here I am
at 4 a.m.
writing with my pen
cause the only this
that cares to listen
is paper.
YOU ARE READING
The Despondent Minds
PoetryA collection of short poems I dedicate to the people in my life.
