i think
i've been writing
too many long proses,
words that did not reach you yet,
i think
i've written
too many novels,
chapters that felt all the same,
i think
i've been writing
for so long,
that the pen is starting to lose its ink,
my mind is still in a dizzy whirl of unedited ideas (because you don't just lose them, it's just that you decide to forget it),
and i've surrounded myself with it
for such a long time,
i have so many pages
in this thick, little notebook,
it will never run out of pages,
but the ink is drying out,
and it's most certainly running out,
i think it's finally time
i end this daydream.
YOU ARE READING
confessions i will never say and other proses | poetry book 1 ✔
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 1 ] ❛❛and i admit to cheating by still hiding my feelings and getting away with it.❞ a small shelf of thoughts and proses for someone who isn't hers. (sidenote: come check out my other, most recent poetry and prose book: "a h...
