never met you

Words are written in my soul

Deep through my thick skin

Words and sentences make me whole

As i wait for your ink to sink in

They flow from my finger 

Along the blank canvas of you

The link is left on invisible hinges

And your ink finally settles through,

Through our eyes and our mind

Until all you see is black.

Words are written through my kind

Repeating how I want you back...

The End

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