It's in the Ink

It's in the Ink.
The ink she spilled
along with her heart,
Put it on a page
and offered a new start.

It's in the note
He read the very next day.
But he didn't return
What she had to say.

It's on the ripped paper
She had to throw away.
And little did she know,
her feelings would stay.

It's mixed in the faded blue letters
She tried to hide from them all.
But in one single breath,
he decided to make that call.





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CarrieAnn13 said...
Dec. 14, 2011 at 7:28 pm
Wow, Bella, this is beautiful!  I really have no criticism for your poem.  I love the fact you chose to have proper punctuation and capitalization, unlike a lot of the poems on here.  Great job!
 
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