One light in a crowded room.
Highlighting papers
and one pen.
Blank papers.
The white glare brings out her eyes.
I reaching so deep
for the good words.
Sad eyes.
If I turn away my gaze,
I can write.
Words will flow through pen and ink.
I need this lie.
Shameful pride.
A crowded room
is now empty.
She has grown strong
and left me.
My muse.
Jun 4, 2014
Jun 4, 2014 at 8:19 PM UTC
One light in a crowded room.
Highlighting papers
and one pen.
Blank papers.
The white glare brings out her eyes.
I reaching so deep
for the good words.
Sad eyes.
If I turn away my gaze,
I can write.
Words will flow through pen and ink.
I need this lie.
Shameful pride.
A crowded room
is now empty.
She has grown strong
and left me.
My muse.
