I thought I should write a happy poem
But I only write at night.
The ink of blood dripping from my heart
becomes thin and transparent in the light.
So if you want me to be honest:
The thought of you fills me with words
yet renders me speechless
to the point where writing hurts.
Oct 8, 2016
Oct 8, 2016 at 10:19 PM UTC
I thought I should write a happy poem
But I only write at night.
The ink of blood dripping from my heart
becomes thin and transparent in the light.
So if you want me to be honest:
The thought of you fills me with words
yet renders me speechless
to the point where writing hurts.
