Spilled Ink

You lay on the wasted words

crumbled on the floor

only to hold on

to the spilled ink of your heart

a while longer

 

poetry and image copyright neha 2018

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Between the dotted lines…

It’s hard to place,

these symphony of aches,

that serenade your heart…

pulling strings,

between the dotted lines,

of abstract inhibitions.

 

poetry and image copyright neha 2018