Ink in my veins


A passion flowing out with ink

Upon the sheet below

My thoughts, my dreams

My endless hopes

My smiles and my sorrow

How can one measure this

These written words of woe

Captured images put down in blood

From hands that write away

Words and paragraphs

Formed into beauty

Of what the soul dares to betray

All of these letters from the heart

With tears can be washed away

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Timothy Besser's picture

very poetic and very beautyful and so trueful life is but feelings in the souls of us but we do have our moments when we can take those feelings and turn them into words or beauty and greatness keep up the great work