Woeful are the tears
that a word was not
pondered upon.
Just neglected,
or ignored in haste.
Words just painted over.
Never seen in true virtue,
just sentenced to ignorance,
due to inattentive readers.
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 4:29 PM UTC
Woeful are the tears
that a word was not
pondered upon.
Just neglected,
or ignored in haste.
Words just painted over.
Never seen in true virtue,
just sentenced to ignorance,
due to inattentive readers.
When you work ya **** of on a piece and others ignore it out of ignorance or because life is a tidal wave and your swimming against it, but no because sometimes you cant read everything others eyes linger past. Reading all the worst of poets for what they are. Emotions, lives & all in-between. I despise the well if ya haven't read mine or commented I'm drifting past. This isn't why we write, its because words, syllables are our calling to each, a calling some never hear or understand why we write so much.
