Of what remains,
I’d gather stones
Of what is left,
I’d build a home
Of all, that still stand by,
I’d bind a family
Out of the dying feelings,
In you, I’d try and find an ally
Of all my ink smeared pages,
I’d feed the hungry fire
Of your silences and sweet deceits,
My pen is not a liar!
this is so hopeful! :) you should totally write more entrepreneurship exams! :D
ReplyDeleteThanks bum! Some hope finally then :D
ReplyDeletethis is just sweet and strong. small and crisp. :) :)
ReplyDeleteunexpected from you but good surprises come after all from a good writer. .:)
swept me off my feet! :)
keep writing. :*