I once had words spilling out of the ink of my pen
Spinning intricate tales of sorrow.
Words captivated readers
Made their heart swell.
Now,
All I have left is empty paper and a wordless mind
It's as if once the sorrow was taken,
My mind was too
Leaving me with nothing but empty happiness.
Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 9:36 PM UTC
I once had words spilling out of the ink of my pen
Spinning intricate tales of sorrow.
Words captivated readers
Made their heart swell.
Now,
All I have left is empty paper and a wordless mind
It's as if once the sorrow was taken,
My mind was too
Leaving me with nothing but empty happiness.
