thoughts from my mind to yours

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

Author: forgottenmeadows

I am a dreamer and a writer who loves to ponder on the words of the soul.

9 thoughts on “Spilled Ink

  1. You know there’s no use/ in crying over spilled ink/ wasted it is not.

  2. Beautifully expression.When the poetry lost its meaning in sadness.

  3. Again, such Marvelous-ness.. ๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿฅ€๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿฅ€๐Ÿ˜Ž๐Ÿฅ€

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