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And I will fall for you,
Not like rain
Or drifting flakes of snow,
But like the sun.
Everyday.
Endlessly.
Over and over again.
We are completely and utterly alone in this world.
We are born alone,
We survive alone,
We suffer alone,
And we die alone.
And most of all we feel alone.
You are not the love of my life,
You are the life of my love ❤️
What is this feeling?
The feeling of being empty,
The feeling of lacking emotion,
The feeling of not being able to write.

It's weird not being able to express myself.
The emotions I once felt have left by itself.
The words in my head are stuck there
but at the same time they're nowhere.

I want to write about how I feel for you.
but what is there to write when I feel nothing anymore?
There's nothing else for me to do.
What else is there to write for?
I'm itching to write, I've really missed it.
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