I am sitting dumb and numb, with a blank paper before me, just your name written on it. Staring at your name. The life seems confined in it. It seems like a confused poem, or words, are stuck, want to come out, but can’t set on the paper, floating in the air like stars or butterflies. I am looking at your name written on the paper and thinking the poem has completed, there will be no better poem than this.
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Thanks @Rose for understanding the writer's block. It becomes painful when you want your love be known but words do not accompany emotions.
Unspoken thoughts can't be express...
Sometimes, we are out of words. We feel what we want to say, but our fingers are unable writing down our thoughts.
Maybe, poems we never wrote down, are the most precious. They are just inside us, and we keep them in our heart as in a locked box. Nobody else but we have the key to open the box and read one of the poems again, even if there is only a name that sounds to us like a lovely poem.
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