The ink bleeds onto the paper
my soul sings a song of emotions
and I shiver as I read
the words yelling back at me.
The ink reveals my secrets,
the paper reveals my heart.
Together they form a dagger,
a killing machine.
Yet other times they sing of joy
smiles
laughter.
No matter when or where I be
the ink continues to pour and bleed.
Releasing words of wisdom and wit
of tears and hatred.
The ink bleeds
soul sings
paper screams.
The ink bleeds and I dare not stop it.
my soul sings a song of emotions
and I shiver as I read
the words yelling back at me.
The ink reveals my secrets,
the paper reveals my heart.
Together they form a dagger,
a killing machine.
Yet other times they sing of joy
smiles
laughter.
No matter when or where I be
the ink continues to pour and bleed.
Releasing words of wisdom and wit
of tears and hatred.
The ink bleeds
soul sings
paper screams.
The ink bleeds and I dare not stop it.



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