This poem, a waste of alphabets! Would you bring my lines to life?
Tonight they need to feel your lips, my consonants have realized
That they derive all sense of semblance from you
You are the one soul, the undeniable root of all words
False or true. And I?
I am just an empty sentence, a futile wish, an unheard sigh
Without you I have no significance, I am but a waste of skin
Pages and pages of lifeless flesh thirsting for dribbles of ink
A verse waiting, anticipating for her letters to come alive.
~ By Tanya~
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