4 September 2012
My love for Opuss is waning And yet I don't know why I still love words and books, stories Yet there's an emptiness inside
And so I find myself detaching from The rope from Opuss to me As it grows slacker, I lose the urge To write true poetry
This isn't a farewell at all It's just a pile of words I'll stick around and write if I Want my voice to be heard.
All rights reserved. Nom 4th September 2012.
Waning Love • Opuss № I