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A Life Well Lived [My Ink Bleeds For you]
My life is well lived. Like a pair of worn out jeans, I'm torn and tattered but I faded into a nice shade of gray.
My Ink Bleeds For You
Lend me your ear, lesson well and you might learn something. My heart belongs to my pen, I bleed its ink on paper for you to see my pleasures and my passions. It’s a smear of rhymes and riddles pulled forth from my soul. It’s a lifeline a needle that pulls at my heart strings. A stitch that’s stretched to its outer limits until my Gothic ink leaks through. With good measure my poetry pulls forth, emotions, commotion, and more. You're left to wonder and to ponder on my deepest thoughts. As I scratch and scrape my data onto your application of digital media.
BleedingInkQuills
My Ink Bleeds For You
Lend me your ear, lesson well and you might learn something. My heart belongs to my pen, I bleed its ink on paper for you to see my pleasures and my passions. It’s a smear of rhymes and riddles pulled forth from my soul. It’s a lifeline a needle that pulls at my heart strings. A stitch that’s stretched to its outer limits until my Gothic ink leaks through. With good measure my poetry pulls forth, emotions, commotion, and more. You're left to wonder and to ponder on my deepest thoughts. As I scratch and scrape my data onto your application of digital media.
BleedingInkQuills
Published 12th Feb 2015
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