~Words~

Emotions spilling onto this paper,

with this blotted ink, like blood dripping from me.

With every printed word, I lose some of me

My life slips by and soaks back into yesterday,

leaving only tomorrow a faded outline of who I was

and a worn outline of all that I was.

Today is my sponge, absorbing all of my color,

all of my hues.

And I sleep today into yesterdays abyss

By: Anonymous

I love that poem! I'm not sure why but, I do. .; I really have nothing else to put here soo I'll let my writing be the judge of my character.

Thanks,

Secret225