Dear Wordsmith
Where have you been?
Have you forsaken your art
or thy art has forsaken thee
Where now... do you keep?...
the words spiralling in your head
Those words you ****** to me
Every time you're sick, lonely and weak
Have I moved from being your favourite girl
to your long-forsaken ex
When last was it you pick your pen
and make me ouch like it's first time ***
Scribing those words; tattooing my skin
Fantasising every bit of my whim
Did you not miss my kiss
Those goosebumps we feel; when we scroll through each other's skin
Why have thee forsaken thy art
Has anyone broken thy heart
Has your world fallen apart
Is it family feuds or country's nukes
thats rampaging your being from deep within
Just tell me; I'll be' the comforter I've always been
Dust your chin up and get back on your feet
Please don't abolish your dreams
No, you mustn't fall apart at the seam
Aug 21, 2023
Aug 21, 2023 at 6:01 PM UTC
Dear Wordsmith
Where have you been?
Have you forsaken your art
or thy art has forsaken thee
Where now... do you keep?...
the words spiralling in your head
Those words you ****** to me
Every time you're sick, lonely and weak
Have I moved from being your favourite girl
to your long-forsaken ex
When last was it you pick your pen
and make me ouch like it's first time ***
Scribing those words; tattooing my skin
Fantasising every bit of my whim
Did you not miss my kiss
Those goosebumps we feel; when we scroll through each other's skin
Why have thee forsaken thy art
Has anyone broken thy heart
Has your world fallen apart
Is it family feuds or country's nukes
thats rampaging your being from deep within
Just tell me; I'll be' the comforter I've always been
Dust your chin up and get back on your feet
Please don't abolish your dreams
No, you mustn't fall apart at the seam
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