Hello PoetryVoting

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsListsHeartedHistoryMy WritingNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsListsHeartedHistoryMy WritingNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Ink

by @dull-eyes-broken-skies

I am a writer, A believer, A broken heart that needs fixing. You never expected my ink to spill. Blank pages waiting for our story to be written on, Ink runs through my veins, I'm sitting here with out a muse..with out a pen, Waiting for you to return my inspiration to me. I'm a writer who's out of Ink.
Request permission to use this poem
Written by
dull-eyes-broken-skies
25 / Non-binary
For You?
Written by
dull-eyes-broken-skies
25 / Non-binary
Published
Sep 9, 2015
Time
1m
Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell dull-eyes-broken-skies how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

AboutBlogSupportFAQPrivacyTermsContact
© 2009-2026 Hello Poetry/v27.0 [production] by @eliotyork
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write