Saturday, 21 March 2015

John's untalented struggle

Blank spaces

The feeling you get
When it's 3 in the morning
and you're alone in your head
and you eagerly want to write
but you have nothing to say to the paper
and the thoughts crawl beside you
and you want nothing more than to think
of her
and miss her
but then you realize that there is no her

and maybe there never even was...