Sometimes words
can bend one’s mind
even by ones own hand
so when
the inked painted strokes
are spilled out on a page
we’ll forever remain
indissoluble through
years breaking
the shackles of time
So lets put it in ink
before we forget
~
So don’t blame the pen
for spilling my ink
across the map of your flesh
Or chasing midnight dreams
as whimpers of wind
harbor wild dreams
as moonlit magic moments
blossom in chaos
Unveiling your
radiance lost in echoes
and whispered melodies
When I sing my
soulful melody of need
For you are strong
Yet softly feminine
A delicate being
for me to hold
