Unworthy Words

All those words that I wrote for you
All those poems that I poured for you
Lay bare in black and white
The sooty letters mocking my folly
The letters then began bleeding in the murky grey
The poetry then began soaking in the pouring despair

All those words that I wrote in a blush
All those poems that poured out my soul
Lay bare in a blurry mess
The blurred letters scoffing at my fingers
The letters then began crawling away in chalky grey
The poetry then began bleeding in the prodding anguish

The words are never worthy enough of your time
The poems are never worthy enough of your love
Bled away, torn away, soaked away
Fled away, worn away, mopped away

Eivine

Hi! I’m Eivine, a writer who loves to prance around with words! Writing had been my ultimate passion ever since I learned to hold my pencil in the toddler days. Being a single child who didn’t have the luxury of YouTube, cartoons and video games of the present generation, my besties for life where books! My mother was the one who introduced me to the fantastic world of words that wove tales and poetry. One day when she returned from work, she had a big book in her hand. It was Enid Blyton’s “The Naughtiest Girl In The School.” I took it awestruck and asked her how I’m going to finish reading such a big book. She asked me to try it once and to both her and my surprise, I finished reading it in a stretch without even taking a break. That was my first step into the world of books, words, reading, and writing.