The sting of fresh ink
The pressure of the fountain
The feel of the metallic
The love for a hand.
Swirling azure
Midnight blue
Black as knight
White as hue.
Letters unknown
Searching for cavalier fools
A dream is nothing but a dream within a dream
Can I be as fresh as Poe?
I'm as mopey as Keats
Maybe I'll survive
Being fresh and fine
Emotion is my business
Suicide is my hobby
What the **** makes a girl a poetess?
Jul 10, 2013
Jul 10, 2013 at 10:10 AM UTC
The sting of fresh ink
The pressure of the fountain
The feel of the metallic
The love for a hand.
Swirling azure
Midnight blue
Black as knight
White as hue.
Letters unknown
Searching for cavalier fools
A dream is nothing but a dream within a dream
Can I be as fresh as Poe?
I'm as mopey as Keats
Maybe I'll survive
Being fresh and fine
Emotion is my business
Suicide is my hobby
What the **** makes a girl a poetess?
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