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Broken soul
The words I loved have gone away
Words I birthed to keep me sane
Feels like a part of me has died
The flow of stars became poor lies
They were the friends I never had
They were my strength when none was left
They gave me flight, but ground is cold
They kept me young now I feel old
The past is past I say and yet
I cannot help but bleed and fret
What if they are gone for good
What if.. I think not what I should
I should keep writing even more
And make new friends that won't be gone
The tears I cry will be my ink
My broken soul , new brighter wings
Words I birthed to keep me sane
Feels like a part of me has died
The flow of stars became poor lies
They were the friends I never had
They were my strength when none was left
They gave me flight, but ground is cold
They kept me young now I feel old
The past is past I say and yet
I cannot help but bleed and fret
What if they are gone for good
What if.. I think not what I should
I should keep writing even more
And make new friends that won't be gone
The tears I cry will be my ink
My broken soul , new brighter wings
Published 8th Jan 2018
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10th Jan 2018 1:13am
Tears cried is the poet's ink no doubt, so
go on n cry n bleed let that ink pour! :)
go on n cry n bleed let that ink pour! :)
10th Jan 2018 8:14am
11th Jan 2018 4:45pm
New ink gleams brighter than the old, and may your inspiration overflow. Best wishes to you!!
11th Jan 2018 6:57pm
