we write,
in the shadows.
And spill our souls in ink.
Our thoughts drip,
onto unwritten papers.
and we let,
Our hands flow.
Each line,
a drop of our feelings,
Each Stanza,
A pool of our emotions.
So let us write,
not for the world,
but for ourselves,
on this blank page,
let us bleed,
bleed ink.
Apr 11, 2025
Apr 11, 2025 at 10:28 AM UTC