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
Spilled Ink
forgottenmeadows
thoughts from my mind to yours
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February 21, 2018 at 5:33 pm
You know there’s no use/ in crying over spilled ink/ wasted it is not.
February 22, 2018 at 11:43 am
aah but it always makes good poetry! Thank you for stopping by !
February 21, 2018 at 6:39 pm
Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
February 21, 2018 at 7:01 pm
Touching sentiments..
February 22, 2018 at 11:42 am
Thank you so much!
February 22, 2018 at 9:56 pm
You’re very welcome, my friend!
February 21, 2018 at 7:49 pm
Beautifully expression.When the poetry lost its meaning in sadness.
February 22, 2018 at 11:42 am
Thank you Megha!
February 22, 2018 at 10:53 am
Again, such Marvelous-ness.. 😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀