a page is too small a space,
for you to plead a lost case
& our words, too plain & trite
to aptly paint out your plight.
yet you insist on taking
time to draw your heart breaking,
on these small scraps of paper,
only to throw them out later.
very true.kind of cruel, in a sense, but it sounds like the person needed the wake up call
I've added this one to my favourite poems Regards Michael Witkowski
Unorthodox. You seem to be driving at something? (am i supposed to be insulted) lol. -war
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Chelle, you're mind kind of writer. Saying what you need to say with maximum impact in mininum words. Excellent.