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Ink


ink


My love,

Love is the ink, you write your life story with it.
Love is the rose, your world looks beautiful because of it.
Love is the moon, it shows you the light even in the night.
Love is the wind, life without it is not possible.
Love is the shadow, always there with you night and day.
Love is the dream, you don't wanna wake up to.
Love is the feeling, you wanna feel over and over again.

Ink is love, love is ink.
It escapes me to sink from the brink of my own extinct.
It saves me from shrink in my own little hint.
That is why, when I write I don't close my eyes I don't even blink.
It is like, I always lost in the forest of words
and ink is my only flint, leads me in all divergent.
But once I am done, it comes as a beautiful blint.
Silent but so magnificent, not always malevolent,
not always benevolent what I meant
in the end it is rainbows with all its colours so vibrant.
It may not be prudent or elegant to search for my own scent
or for my fragment or my significance in the ink.
I only had black and blue ink, you came and gave all the colours.
My pen was broken, my page was torn, you came and gave me a new pen and a new page.

Love is the ink you write your life story with it.
Love is the rose your world looks beautiful because of it.
Love is the moon it shows you the light even in the night.
Love is the wind life without it is not possible.
Love is the shadow always there with you night and day.
Love is the dream you don't wanna wake up to.
Love is the feeling you wanna feel over and over again.

I try to write poems but every now and then poems write me.
I strive to rise high
in the sky to shine bright.
While I incise my life as I inscribe my sacrifice, my exile,
my safest place to hide, the prices I paid to survive.
I may be concise but I am sure I am precise.
Ink is only thing that could revive from the darkest places of mine.
Even sometimes words can’t rhyme but not tonight.
Tonight the Sun might go down but I will hold the torch
to lead the march in the path as the knight.
Because I already got my ink by the lady in white, my angel in disguise.
Nothing can stop me, if you are beside me.
Always stay by me, never leave my side and me.

Love is the ink you write your life story with it.
Love is the rose your world looks beautiful because of it.
Love is the moon it shows you the light even in the night.
Love is the wind life without it is not possible.
Love is the shadow always there with you night and day.
Love is the dream you don't wanna wake up to.
Love is the feeling you wanna feel over and over again.

Love is the ink, pen is the heart.
What is good a pen without ink?

Yours Truly, Yours only-
Bob

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