Every time I miss you,
Every time I think of you,
I wanted to write.
I wanted to write down our memories.
I wanted to write how sweet your love is.
I wanted to write how great we've been.
I wanted to write the future that's waiting.
Everything is at the tip of my pen.
Everything seems to flood in my head.
But everything went unwritten.
And with sadness, I was smitten.
Every time my pen touches the paper,
Your face and your smile flash altogether.
You are the incessant ink of this pen,
Which I couldn't erase, no matter what happens.
-turningBlind