You're filled with pure ink
Each mark was permeate
the red divider you have is your only color

But you are the second to hold her words
Such power she can create
For both good and bad

The black book that she looked to for salvation
only held the darkness
and let it out when she read

Nothing was happy in that black book
Even when flames struggled to consume it

Now you are here
Holding most of the same
but you are different

You show love, passion, and hope
Where she almost forgot the feeling
So let her ink your pages

scraping your page with metal with each stoke
And one day
Show the world
the words she struggled to say