Wednesday, January 18, 2017


Sometimes, these words
Feel like poor translations
Of a poem this heart is yearning to write

How disappointing it feels
When words fail you
Words, that you have spent an entire lifetime
Gathering and preserving
A plethora of them just resting on your bookshelf
In the hope of one day putting them all together on a string
In a way that would feel just right

Well, for now
I shall just bore you
With the story of words
That have decided to become

No comments: