we write,
in the shadows.
And spill our souls in ink.
Our thoughts drip,
onto unwritten papers.
and we let,
Our hands flow.
Each line,
a drop of our feelings,
Each Stanza,
A pool of our emotions.
So let us write,
not for the world,
but for ourselves,
on this blank page,
let us bleed,
bleed ink.
Apr 6, 2025
Apr 6, 2025 at 10:30 AM UTC
we write,
in the shadows.
And spill our souls in ink.
Our thoughts drip,
onto unwritten papers.
and we let,
Our hands flow.
Each line,
a drop of our feelings,
Each Stanza,
A pool of our emotions.
So let us write,
not for the world,
but for ourselves,
on this blank page,
let us bleed,
bleed ink.
i suddenly thought of making this poem after reading "Hello poetry poets"
