-sympathetic

[for the poets]

and those late nights- midnight dances with an old notebook
a pen that screams sanctuary to reality- if only for a bit
and the few scraps of paper. half written lines, never meant for words
thoughts that break/ an empty trace of logic
-listening to the rain. anything to find a little inspiration. just for tonight.

just for another line. a little more time and another tear to fill one more page
a few more overused emotions to go along with the pain
and another pen- to replace the one worn down. to tell of just one more
wasted life. just one more.
broken dream- another empty heart once too often shattered
and one more shaking hand to press this page
to tell of another useless moment

this is for you.


for the hopeless- that are never willing to die.
and the broken that will never stop pulling the pieces together
this is for you- and you alone.

for the tears that won't stop. and the rooms that are always too dark.
this is my useless moment- my pen to paper
for you

person to person. and heartache to heartache
from poet.to.poet

[this is for you]