Jul 2019
Some days
There's a fountain
In my soul
Shooting up words
And thoughts
Clear fresh water
Droplets on a page
Some days
The well goes dry
Eyes burning
Free from tears
No words
No love
This is worse somehow
There's a fountain
In my soul
Shooting up words
And thoughts
Clear fresh water
Droplets on a page
Some days
The well goes dry
Eyes burning
Free from tears
No words
No love
This is worse somehow
There used to be a third stanza but it was so bad that I deleted it.
