lonelyraccoon

Nothing Left To Say

I have said what’s on my mind

 

I have screamed it

 

I have whispered it

 

I have written it

 

The words ran dry

 

A dry puddle once a well

 

I had ideas

 

I created

 

And I’ve used it up

 

To the last drop I am using now

 

My ink ran dry

 

And I have nothing left to say

 

.t.b.



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