I've stopped writing.
Not because I have no inspiration
But because you have stolen the words from my mouth.
My lips are dry, split and pried piece by piece
Plucked from my tongue
My brain is left
With nothing- empty, lifeless words float from within me
I feel how i think and i think how i feel
But the words to describe who i am
Were taken from me when you left
That was the day my heart
From the cage within me
Stopped.
My voice has gone sour
And the song from my lungs
Breathe meaningless melodies
A tune left stale and high strung
I am a bird with no song
A butterfly with no wings
A mother with no child
A compass with no direction
I've stopped writing.
Not because I wanted to
But because you spilled the ink over my blank pages.
-E.s
YOU ARE READING
Songs of the past
PoetryThe songs I sing are thoughts and moments// memories that I misplaced- forced back and hidden. I share these in hopes the scars I bare- we may share. Enjoy :)