the pen in your hand left smears behind as you wrote your part on my heart
you have left uneraseable
unremovable
irreversible
marks on my very soul
you are etched into my being
the ghost of you haunts my every step
my every breath
and the only trace of you i could find
are these ink stains you left behind
VOUS LISEZ
Muddled
PoésieA collection of (ish) poetry for 2019. I guess this is the physical display of my muddled thoughts thorughout the year. I hope they make sense to someone one day. Enjoy, I guess.
