Ohh, Writco readers, where are you?
Leaving me lost and alone, with words that bleed in vain
In this endless ocean of writers, I'm a fragile boat, adrift and blue
Yearning for a gentle breeze, a heart that understands, a love that's true

In the depths of my soul, I pour my heart, my tears, my every pain
Crafting poems that cry out for a friendly ear, a comforting embrace, a love that remains
But in this vast app, where writers roam free, I'm a whisper in the wind, a lonely plea

I share my shattered dreams, my...