themes: writing, creativity, passion
late candlelit nights spent alone
scouring over bound journal entries
hours lost to my tangled thoughts
with nowhere left to call home
but i could never stop writing
no matter where you led me astray
i could always think of something
in every essence of the word
i will find a way to create
to draw one continuous line
my eyes never leaving yours
my pen remaining on the page
YOU ARE READING
aftertaste || poetry
Poetrythe words left in my mouth after the pain came, stayed, and left
