Thirsty Ink
Mind can't think,
ink ain't filled,
Muses don't exist,
emptied room,
lover's left,
blank space,
wordless thoughts,
clean sheets,
I'm thirsty.
Feed my dreams,
let me live.
Bring me to hell,
show me the light.
Dive in the cliff,
lift me high.
My pen is drained,
Craves in his blood.
Copyright © Aiyah Torres | Year Posted 2015
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