Ink and Paper

July 21, 2013
He was the Ink.
the ink that glides
Across the page.
He faded with age,
His beautiful script forgotten,
Replaced by a messy hand.

She was the Paper,
Pale and fragile,
Easily torn,
Often worn.

Ink and Paper.
Alone they are nothing,
Together they were something.
Something that changed.
Changed with time.

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BeilaThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
May 7, 2015 at 12:10 am
Wow! So beautiful! This was an incredibly powerful metaphor to employ, with the exact right audience here on Teen Ink, and the effect overall is just explosive (in the best way!). Side Note: the picture you chose to accompany the poem adds to this intangible wonder created by it. I can't quite put my finger on it, but I am in love with it all the same!
Shade3043 This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sept. 24, 2013 at 9:29 pm
Nice. VERY nice. That's all I gotta say. 5/5
liberalartist said...
Jul. 29, 2013 at 11:24 am
thank you people. its ironic that the only verion is online :D
Zoya_Khan said...
Jul. 29, 2013 at 10:06 am
Very Nice :) :) :)
tiasa said...
Jul. 29, 2013 at 9:27 am
love this verse. It is amazing!
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