SULK QUILL

This page is not for these words
Its carries the same emptiness I feel
This page is not for me rage
It shall carry the truth to the end.
Here lies the burden as always as a poet
Mummified in the pyramid of thoughts
Lost in the desert of change
Changing in time as the latter ink.
My quill screams when my ink speaks
I have loved
Loving have I loved
Only to give in and go
And then lost to the world.
All I did was only love.
My story is not as fresh as dew
Or as soft as morning
My story is a boundary of ordinary
Lacing its breath to the history of life
How I adore you, loved you and lost me.
I lost true cause of you only to not write these words upon the sky
How I have loved only you my dear.
In the cozy night to shred from
In the rift of darkness upon glowing terror to hide
You scouted my vulnerability
Told me to give in myself
To loose my self in you
Pour out my trust in your cemented floor
Or hard brick of chest while I shout indecency
And wait for incomplete words to choke on air.
Gasping for life
Gasping with blood
To find myself
In the page where I write for you
Dear child
This page is not for these words
Its carries the same emptiness I feel
This page is not for me rage
It shall carry the truth to the end.
How I lost you twinnie