I am a black ink from a pen
That stained in a crumpled paper,
A dark marked within the infinite—
I am a black ink from a pen
All that is left is mistake and dirt,
My bone cracks,
Hurt curled from within—
The pain slowly kills my writings
But I continue to write still—
Maybe the answers just hiding
Somewhere between the lines.
If only I could have asked him—
Instead, we only fight with knives,
Cutting each others flesh,
Hurting each other until we bleed—
Now guess, his surname is death,
And I can't find places to hide,
So please let me hold your hand,
Let my breath taste like summer
For I am just a black ink
A dark mark
That he forgot and left in the dark—
I'm just a tired writer,
He had all the strenght,
I am nothing like him,
I can't even repent.
I know I was meant to learn
From the mistakes I've made,
But all I do is burn them all
And made a facade words—
I can't change the world,
I couldn't even change his heart,
Just a stupid woman that loved a guy,
Now a black ink, a dark mark.

“One day he just came
We shared moments together,
We have laugh and play
And he told me he love me
More than anybody else.”

“Beautiful fairies
In the fantastical word,
Girls ask if you’re true
They wish they can see you once
Dancing, singing and flying.”

“If there’s a compass
That finds my fate, can I ask
Where is it pointing?”

“Once a false hope came,
He promised me everything—
It hurts ‘cause he left.”

“The jungle forest—
Lives Willie, the bear monkey
And he has sharp teeth.”