I kept a diary,
but my heart stopped
when I ran out of pages.
It runs again only when I fill it up,
Imagining what’s missing.
367 ®Copyright 1974 Jack Scott. All rights reserved.
From Poemystic.com
I kept a diary,
but my heart stopped
when I ran out of pages.
It runs again only when I fill it up,
Imagining what’s missing.
367 ®Copyright 1974 Jack Scott. All rights reserved.
From Poemystic.com