thinking, thinking, thinking,
but my pipes aren't working.
the taps turn but no water comes out,
the drought in my brain growing ever still, aching for
a thought to grasp onto.
a/n: this year i'm striving to write a poem each month to battle my inconsistent writing and gain back some motivation. so this is the poem for january
YOU ARE READING
moonlight ☆ poetry
Poetry"i fell for the stars admiring from afar their sweet gentle light pulling me in tight away from the worries of the world" poetry.
