It doesn’t matter,
where in the world I venture,
how many names I perfectly print,
before scribbling out,
until the page is as black as the night.
I will always find my way back to you,
because your name is written
on every inch of my soul,
and I am a seasick sweetheart,
saying the same six letters,
until my throat is sore and smiling.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.
Repeat.
RECENT FREE CREATIVE WRITING COLLECTIONS
Drowning In Us
What Ever Happened To Baby Jen?
Notes To My Muse
COME FIND ME
Twitter
Soundcloud
Instagram
Ask Jen
Facebook
Patreon
Tumblr
Amazon
Podcast
Spotify
YouTube
Leave a comment