Tattered Pages & Ink Spills

Poetry is emotion bled onto a page

From the heart of the writer

It is sadness and joy and re-writing sentences until your hands tremble

Just to get the perfect description of what you see in your head

Poetry is an unconditional love for words and the people who read them

It is all the things you haven't said

And all the things you wish you could

Poetry is getting lost and finding yourself at the same time

It is a beautiful mess of tattered pages and ink spills

That somehow feels like home

This poem is about: 
Me

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