Thoughts, Ink & Silence
When my voice begins to fail,
And words refuse to fall out,
I reach for ink and paper,
To write the ache away.
A letter, maybe a poem,
To speak what I can’t say,
But a whisper tells me softly,
“You’ll regret this anyway.”
So I sit with silent sorrow,
Let the heartbreak take its place,
It’s better than pretending
I’m untouched by your grace.
I love you, yes, too deeply,
Beyond my wired boundaries,
They say, if you love someone,
You let them go somehow.
So here I am, still writing,
With nothing left to gain,
Just tracing every feeling,
In the margins of my pain.
The universe was ruthless,
A cruel stab to my heart,
To love you this completely,
And be a moment late.
Ciao.
Jun 5, 2025
Jun 5, 2025 at 3:43 PM UTC
Thoughts, Ink & Silence
When my voice begins to fail,
And words refuse to fall out,
I reach for ink and paper,
To write the ache away.
A letter, maybe a poem,
To speak what I can’t say,
But a whisper tells me softly,
“You’ll regret this anyway.”
So I sit with silent sorrow,
Let the heartbreak take its place,
It’s better than pretending
I’m untouched by your grace.
I love you, yes, too deeply,
Beyond my wired boundaries,
They say, if you love someone,
You let them go somehow.
So here I am, still writing,
With nothing left to gain,
Just tracing every feeling,
In the margins of my pain.
The universe was ruthless,
A cruel stab to my heart,
To love you this completely,
And be a moment late.
Ciao.