This is the time where I can be me
And be carefree
This is time where my feelings drip...
into the black, smooth ink onto the paper
Writing another song, as I usually do
Not caring whether or not I impress you
The words come out of me
They were in this little thing called "a heart" all along
It's as if time stopped just for me
Waiting until I finish my worded beauty
Tiny, yet deep blots appear with every thought and stroke of my pen
I am inked.
Ink runs through my soul, my blood
My heartstrings unravel
I come undone
In the world, I seem to be the only one
Perhaps you can join me on my melodious journey up to the blazing sun
Try not to distort my vision..!
I am inked.
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-10-11 18:37:49
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