Drifting Lines
Yellowed sketches, unsent letters
Strewn in my head,
Pen scratching, torn paper
Stifled tears unshed.

A maddening silence singing
To my downcast soul,
As this ink keeps dripping
To fill a gaping hole.

Scribbling a few blurred lines
Stories, mine alone to keep,
A love lost, somewhere in time
'Til eternity but sleep.

Somehow we belong, in my dreams
My anguish and solace-
Though my heart bleeds, still it beats-
Unless someone else takes it away.

© dark_angel
#hopelessromantic #brokenheart #pain