the story starts with you typing away
pressing keys as the world sleeps
thinking this is it, the crème de la crème
can’t stop now, must finish
“you lov’d me with a kiss of ink”
spilling those feels that were building
the wonders and pains of love seep
scribing ways you wish to be touched
suddenly the wind blows differently
sending you off into a darker place
“emptiness can take many forms”
your love has shifted
writing though the break of dawn
“sun rises, shadows hide”
such a sight fills you with wonders
must experience the cool breeze
as you start to type those keys again
one last line pops into your head
that one comes from a animalistic mind
“fuck me with resentment”
finally done, you take a look to admire
realizing it hits too close to home
making excuses for why it isn’t perfect
then shedding a tear before deleting
Powerfully penned, Nick. Intense write my friend, you brought the thunder on this one. Appreciate you.
Damian
Glad you liked it. Thanks for the read. Much appreciated.
Wow
This and the title…yeah. Excellent, my friend.
RIP to all the great ink that are forever lost hehe.
Thanks for the read, friend.