Ink
My faithful pen lays still
After years of abuse it lays still Still as your mind Still as your imagination Still as your heart And yet for some reason today It leaks Everywhere it leaks and stains Stains your rough exteriors Your fortress contains my mess Your tattooed Branded And yet you wash away the ink You simply forget about the ordeal No big deal eh? That was my pen that flood upon you This room is a mess now Your clothes are a mess This whole situation is covered thanks to my pen But you don't care You wipe my stain clean No more stain No more memories No more.... Ink |
Damn that was really good, It had the Poetic touch that Robert Frost put in his. That was really good! Keep it up.
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Wow thank you, although I'm no where close to Frost :laugh:
Thanks again though, I appreciate it! |
It was profoundly deep. I absolutly adore it. I'm not trying to be nice or anything, but your poem is now one of my favorites.
Beautiful. |
I agree that this is probably one of the best things you posted here, really simple and beautiful.
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Wow I'm gettin some really good praise for this...thank you all
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What can i say S4H, can't beileve it almost took us a year to become friends when we are so much alike and we live right next to each other lol...glad we became friends you always got me if you ever need anything...farewell!
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