Drifted into the underlying universe with an unheard exquisite story. Your delicate words unable to touch hateful hearts…..hurting hearts. The attempt of being viciously valued has vanished in dizzying dust. Buried in the depth of silly imagination and wasteful space; letter by letter diminishing in thought. Word by word evaporated like lust. My memory rattled with sizzling pity, POP! I’m sorry I never got the chance to truly know you.
Tagged as: Poem. Spilled Ink. Poetry. Pity. Sigh.