Ink stained

My love for you is ink stained—

green, when i planted thoughts of you

purple, when you were my king

blue, when i thought you were my sky

and black, when i was over you

My love for you is ink stained,

validated by the waiting paper.

 

 

 

i hold a story about us

i hold a story about us
i hold it dear in my heart
although we are far apart

i hold a story about us
i shout it out to blank pages
my pen is always ready

i hold a story about us
but i dared not tell you
all the universe knows but you

i hold a story about us
now ready to become a book
hoping one day you will read

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