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You are like the ink to my pen wanting to be released on a white sheet of paper, new and smells good, excited to be laid on by words from my head
Every nerve rushes to put on those thoughts into poetry
So, how can I forget you?
You gave me so much to write and so much to loathe
Contemptuousness and bitterness I wrote
Night or day, words of crushing grief just flow
My pen blubbers with black ink
So are my eyes with tint less water
As it engraves my thoughts to be linked
So are my tears to the surface of my cheeks
How can I forget you?
You gave me so much to write and so much to reminisce
About how you came and brought bliss
I almost run out of pages
To write about those days with warm fuzzies
.....
Ugh! You gave me so much to write!
Our love is written on these pages and these pages do not know how to forget.
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Updated on May 11, 2017
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