The writer’s pen runs dry
The writer’s hands are shaking
The writer’s courage unravels
The writer’s heart grows cold
The Songbird has lost its chorus
The Butterfly its rainbow panels
The Garden’s roses no longer bloom
Springtime was late in arriving now the
fall lays emotionless upon the horizon

How quickly the cold silence of winter has returned
The barren landscape reflects faces of the undefined
No signs of life ever having existed but for
the solitary soul that being mine.

Where once two hearts triumphed generating
Volcanic heat like from an ocean floor
Where once two minds soared like eagles
on a romantic retreat
Where once our lives were intertwined like
the wind greeting the air

Where once love died
Like the writer’s Empty Pen, writing but
nothing appears
Losing your sweet words silenced me
Desperately I embrace this Empty Pen
yet knowing I’ll never be able to write to you again.

@Anthony2014mdh30Vibes

Choose Living Over Existing(CLOE)Gender Free Writer(GFW), MartialArts-Auth"The Spirit That Guides Us" "Noir AM""The Lottery" https://twitter.com/dropoutgorgeous

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