No Words to Write
By Yanna

No words to write
They sound the same
My game aint tight
No claim to fame
Empty and dry
Burnt and fried
Boldly cold
All wind within
Afraid to reveal that which I sealed
It can never come out of my mouth
You know what it is: same as hers and his
I know you know we know
So go
Tell your own story
Write your own poetry
Dont unravel me
You sad old lonely
Fight your own war
That’s what armour is for