Set free my captive mind
The pen needs no water nor light
It spills the ink of my soul in letters
The blunt lines and dark smudges
Staining my fingertips as I rub to blur it out
Making it look soft and old
A part of the past
I can still see the grooves where the ink ran out
Of when I wrote you for myself
And in a candle lit room
When I tilt the paper
I can make out the laugh in your smile
And see where we hug
So what if it's barely visible
I don't believe in bad omens