Shadowed Ink
Staff Note: I love this.
Reblogged from whisperingdreams-decayed February 20th, 2012 24 notes #Poetry #Spilled ink #MineBeat, beats, beating-
I have lost my heart
along the way.
Instead what takes place,
is the shape of your face.
Tiny sketches of dreams
fade in my bones,
awaiting the return
of my emotion,
placed at your door.
Pens now break
in the chill of my palm-
paper withered and decayed,
match the outline
of no uttered sounds.
All I have left is shadows
of words-
they weep for new ink,
birthed in the belly
of loves beautiful need.
