poeTRY (Volume 2)

Scribbles of Insanity (Alcrux_N_Balthazar)

Scribbles of Insanity

I miss the giggle from you

When I used to tickle you.

I read the scribbles I wrote for you

When I think of fickle thing done by you .

Those scraps of paper those stains of ink

Are what helps me to remind that you were real not the illusion of a blink.

Oh I know I am crushed with the curiosity of where you are tonight.

Oh I know I am cursed with the insanity to imagine with whom you are tonight.

Lost what mattered to me

Left without what scattered of me.