I pour my heart out in ink.
As it spills all over the sink,
I can’t help but blink and think
To just take another drink.
Gotta swallow back this sorrow.
Time to rethink about the marrow.
Try to re-sync my chest which is now hallow
And filled with stink.
No longer can swallow,
My throat has a kink.
My blink becomes a long wink.
Can’t swallow.
I shrink.
Now at the brink
I fall down to this sink
With all this spilled ink.
Oct 10, 2010
Oct 10, 2010 at 8:39 PM UTC
I pour my heart out in ink.
As it spills all over the sink,
I can’t help but blink and think
To just take another drink.
Gotta swallow back this sorrow.
Time to rethink about the marrow.
Try to re-sync my chest which is now hallow
And filled with stink.
No longer can swallow,
My throat has a kink.
My blink becomes a long wink.
Can’t swallow.
I shrink.
Now at the brink
I fall down to this sink
With all this spilled ink.
A.O