An ode to writing

My art is not in colours

Nor is it humble melody

I cannot hold a starlit note

Or dance a prance to set you free

 

But my art can capture oceans

And stars amongst the sky

It burns away the pain

It’s with you till you die

 

With ink and paper I stay true

A little note from me to you

Well placed words and a bleeding heart

My bitter sweet art will tear you apart

 

LVN

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