MY INK SPEAKS
I let the ink speak for me
And it bled through the canvas of my life
Soaked my hands with experience
And left brushstrokes like fingerprints across my heart
My tears were apparent
As they told my life story
But J told me to let the ink bleed
Instead it gushed years of secrets
My soul splattered on the page
And at the end of the day
I was gone as if i was tipsy
Off the strongest dose of Morphine
So I let out a SCREAM
And I was free.....
I LET THE INK SPEAK....
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