Not Enough
A poetic prose is not enough,
words get trampled, lost in the herd
These empty halls within my heart,
the walls, sandy and rough
This pen in my hand looks absurd,
its ink bled out seeing you depart.
A poetic prose is not enough,
words get trampled, lost in the herd
These empty halls within my heart,
the walls, sandy and rough
This pen in my hand looks absurd,
its ink bled out seeing you depart.