A pen in hand
Paper before me
The ink drips
Yet my words forsake me
So many thoughts
Jumbled and folded
Yet not a single one
Wants to leave this head
A cruel game they play
Almost moving to the page
And then running away
Oh, you have failed me, you betray me today
My only knife in a war
My only cloth in a snowstorm
My trust companion, forever loyal
Yet you fail me this day
YOU ARE READING
Midnight Words
Poetry//All I ever learned from love, is what pain is.// Highest rank: #40 in poetry Cover credit all go to @untamedchaos-. She's awesome, go check her out!
