My tears couldn't express my pain
So I chose to write every single day
Hoping each word can define
The emotions I kept for a long time.

I try to weave phrases I couldn't speak
A library of silence that I wish to read
Paper made from the veins of my soul
Drops of ink are invisible from all.

Writing can mend a broken heart.
Even though sometimes it rips me apart.
Remembering the ghost of the past
And keeping my blood as a bookmark.


© Trixy.M

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