(Now What Do I Call This?)

(Now What Do I Call This?)

A Poem by xXxCynicalWarsxXx

I do not have

the inspiration anymore.
I have only globs

of ink on my fingertips.
It burns in my hands

but I can't escape how
I wanted to write love out.

Will you help me?

© 2013 xXxCynicalWarsxXx


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Added on January 9, 2013
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I am only the girl you see. My mind is caves and roads of red. My heart is generous and yes, Who am I without scars? I have my secrets. I have my songs I play and sing. Mostly, I have just my in.. more..

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