Unfinished poetry.

You smear your

Unfinished poetry

Written with ink

Dipped in melancholy

Across your cheeks

Thinking loneliness

Would look

Good on you-

All I can do

Is write

In between the lines

With ink

Tinged with hope

And pray

That you’d

Let me be

The end to your

Unfinished poetry.


-The Girl Lost In The Bookstore

This is getting ridiculous, but I have exams. AGAIN. And, I may have to disappear again for a while. 

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