When there are no more words,
the ink runs dry,
and the paper turns to ash
will you show me the words?
When my words turn into white noise
and no one is left,
can you be there to be my voice?
Can I count on you to
to be my noise when the world
is forced into silence?
...
Should I wait for you?
YOU ARE READING
Caffeine and Me
PoetryA collection of poetry ranging from brain farts to exploring why I bother getting up in the morning. Most likely there is some form of caffeine to keep me awake (or alert) enough to type my thoughts out regarding my depression, struggles within my d...
