And these bottom lines
I so vaguely define
Full of missing spaces
Vanished in time
Perhaps too much of me
On these pages to bear
My ink pen desperately
Pleading for air
Still my heart
Revisits despair
And where is the empathy
You said was missing
After a cold hard look
At my dispositions
Shall we still pretend
That a heart can truly mend
I'd love to embrace
Such a beautiful end
For my falsehood
I'd surely atone
But these unfinished poems
Get written in Rome...
Nov 26, 2016
Nov 26, 2016 at 7:31 AM UTC
And these bottom lines
I so vaguely define
Full of missing spaces
Vanished in time
Perhaps too much of me
On these pages to bear
My ink pen desperately
Pleading for air
Still my heart
Revisits despair
And where is the empathy
You said was missing
After a cold hard look
At my dispositions
Shall we still pretend
That a heart can truly mend
I'd love to embrace
Such a beautiful end
For my falsehood
I'd surely atone
But these unfinished poems
Get written in Rome...
Traveler Tim
While in Rome do as the Romans
2016
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