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Speak in Ink
I speak in ink, let the black and blue show
Sometimes the pages get covered in pen
With the flip of my paper, I start again
If I’m cheery, I write with a rainbow
Those colors go muddy if I’m less so
Say my words dare to tear, what happens then?
I count past entries: seven.. eight.. nine.. ten
Fold my heart in an airplane.. make a throw
I scream in ink and it hurts my notebook
They bleed until they crumble on my floor
Some of my scribbles don’t deserve a look
Others I bury inside of my drawer
To the ones who found my writing and took
Your fingertips I’ve smeared, forevermore
Sometimes the pages get covered in pen
With the flip of my paper, I start again
If I’m cheery, I write with a rainbow
Those colors go muddy if I’m less so
Say my words dare to tear, what happens then?
I count past entries: seven.. eight.. nine.. ten
Fold my heart in an airplane.. make a throw
I scream in ink and it hurts my notebook
They bleed until they crumble on my floor
Some of my scribbles don’t deserve a look
Others I bury inside of my drawer
To the ones who found my writing and took
Your fingertips I’ve smeared, forevermore
Published 21st Aug 2020
Author's Note
Italian sonnet
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Anonymous
21st Aug 2020 2:18am
Fairy.. I know this feeling.. this ink tattoo, we bare.. it's a strange life to write with our blood, and muster strength from a savage heart.. really love this.. into my list it belongs.. you simply amaze me.. much respect..
Dave
Dave
25th Aug 2020 3:15am
Thank you brother ❤️ nice to hear from you.. this was for a poetry workshop I’m a part of at the moment, more to come, glad you enjoyed
