august 2nd, 2018
O N E I N T H E M O R N I N G
spilt vibrancy,
passion run out,
mourning the loss of
inspiration,
the death of motivation,
looping mindless music,
watching summer days slip away,
waiting for the end credits.
YOU ARE READING
LIMN
Poetryrepainting my world with the words silently formed by my rose-dipped lips. • 972 in poetry
