When Ink Doesn't Stain


I know you have your reasons,

But for now I must say this,

I'm tired of waiting for you here,

When it is I you do not miss.

I know you must be busy,

But for now I'll say goodbye,

I don't want to be a burden,

So I won't let you see me cry.

I know you mustn't love me,

But even if this is so,

I should tell you that I still love you,

Because you should really know.

I know you never knew this,

So I guess I'll leave you be,

For this depressing melody,

Will be the last you hear of me...

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I love the name. The poem, also, was well written.