One of my own…
Words can be empty.
Like droplets of ink smudged on my pages.
Words can change everything in a moment.
Like a roaring storm through a dry deserted landscape.
Yet my words will never be enough,
To describe this feeling inside.
These words are yet to be spoken or written,
By no laws of the heart shall it abide.
For every word from this day shall seem empty.
Yet I’ll keep on writing till it bleeds.
For somehow some way or some day,
The right words shall lay their seeds
And those words shall be glorious and true.
And it will describe my love for you.
But till that day arrives,
Im afraid my feelings shall just be this..
Just smudges of ink,
No rhyme, no reason, just a beautiful mess.