you're worthless

we write,
in the shadows.
And spill our souls in ink.

Our thoughts drip,
onto unwritten papers.
and we let,
Our hands flow.

Each line,
a drop of our feelings,
Each Stanza,
A pool of our emotions.

So let us write,
not for the world,
but for ourselves,
on this blank page,
let us bleed,
bleed ink.

Amber whispers on the breeze,
Drifting down from golden trees.
Dancing flames in crisp delight,
Swirling soft in autumn light.

Crackling paths of rust and red,
Nature’s quilt beneath our tread.
Falling leaves, a fleeting sigh,
Kissing earth and waving goodbye.