As my mind got flooded
By the thought of you,
My heart bled through ink.
In an attempt to enclose in words
What my soul is desperately conveying,
Entrapping sentiment in each letter
Words vandalized a blank space.
As the array of words continued flowing
Onto the previously empty canvas,
Reading what was previously written
On a long crumpled and recently dried
White tissue with black ink,
None seem to capture what
Was hidden in the ravines for so long.
All I wanted for you to understand
Is that, this right here,
Is the place where you belong.
Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 11:14 AM UTC
As my mind got flooded
By the thought of you,
My heart bled through ink.
In an attempt to enclose in words
What my soul is desperately conveying,
Entrapping sentiment in each letter
Words vandalized a blank space.
As the array of words continued flowing
Onto the previously empty canvas,
Reading what was previously written
On a long crumpled and recently dried
White tissue with black ink,
None seem to capture what
Was hidden in the ravines for so long.
All I wanted for you to understand
Is that, this right here,
Is the place where you belong.
