Pen to paper
no ink,
no thoughts come.
Where are the words
that come unbidden
as I drift off to sleep
or observe life passing by?
Where are the words
I drown in
as I am overcome
with emotion or love?
Eve Remillard
6/14/2015
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Pen to paper
no ink,
no thoughts come.
Where are the words
that come unbidden
as I drift off to sleep
or observe life passing by?
Where are the words
I drown in
as I am overcome
with emotion or love?
Eve Remillard
6/14/2015