CaptainDemon
08-27-2006, 07:35 PM
short poem this time, and probably the last. Don't bother telling me I shouldn't stop writing, cause I've done the same thing before and people really only say something and then forget about what they said.
"Dried Pen"
The game is over
The show is done
Red curtains fall
Eclipsing the sun
My pen is dry
My blood is cold
My thoughts no longer contain
The ocean's ebb and flow
The fount of my inspiration
Has ceased to pour
Almost as if love itself
Walked out my door
What can one say
Once their pen has dried?
When they're voice is mute?
When they're heart has di...
"Dried Pen"
The game is over
The show is done
Red curtains fall
Eclipsing the sun
My pen is dry
My blood is cold
My thoughts no longer contain
The ocean's ebb and flow
The fount of my inspiration
Has ceased to pour
Almost as if love itself
Walked out my door
What can one say
Once their pen has dried?
When they're voice is mute?
When they're heart has di...