The spilling of ink
The scaring of paper
Short bursts of thought
To keep the mind from cracking
Or the heart from breaking
A slow procession of tears
A soft murmur of love
A fear brought out of the skin
A secret confession
Repetition of words
To sew wings to the soul
And let the pain go
In an ocean of blood
Another lost love sleeps
  in a graveyard of ships
A dull blooming flower
devours the hour
Time is sluggish and still
  when sitting on hands
But fast and fleeting when
  chasing the seconds that tick