Broken lines on a blank page

That is how the gods wrote our story, Equal parts tears and blood, Running between and Connecting the broken lines Or painting red, entire blank pages From wounded broken hearts. … Melancholy verses spill, From a shaking quill In shivering hands, Paper cuts trace Scarlet marks on a blank page, Bleeding poetry into broken linesContinue reading “Broken lines on a blank page”

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