Mar 2015
The ink from a pen is always dark.
It never changes and is dfinite
Black, white, yellow, red
The ink doesn't matter.
It is what is written...
A poem, a song, a story
All of them are the result of the ink
To enjoy a love, is never easy
It never changes and is dfinite
Black, white, yellow, red
The ink doesn't matter.
It is what is written...
A poem, a song, a story
All of them are the result of the ink
To enjoy a love, is never easy
This is my second poem on this website. It is not a long one, but it is from the heart. I bring these writings to attention because they are the one thing that keep people like me sane. I'm a shattered person, but I am not broken yet.
