ink dried
you came not
to me
as I longed to
come to you
my ink dried
when you passed
the emotions
that drove me
to create
became a shallow
vase with no signs
of residue
I planted the seed
where dreamsΒ
rose to the sky
like molecules
trapped in a cloud
preparing to break
through upon the earth
Yes my ink dried
but my tearsΒ
for you haven't
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Comments
Sorrowful write and perfectly put together...this kind of sorrow I understand completely...hugs x
Thank you MarionΒ
Well expressed.. brilliantly done Greg.
Thank you sir
excellent write Greg
Thank you sir
I have never been accused of being a sir lol I am and always will be a lady lol
Sorry π I was half asleep