She filled the empty ink bottle by shedding her tears, picked up her pen and filled it.
Words that become weighted enough as she couldn't be able to bear the burden of it, with trembling hands she started to write those words. They were invisible but wet enough to leave the prints.
Pain demands to be felt through words, SOMETIMES
Offline)
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.