Poetry

I pick up my pen and my paper

Though with technology, an ipod works too

And write or type until it all fades away

And my hearts no longer feeling blue

My head bleeds out my every thought

And my heart pumps more ink into my pen

Emotions run wild through my fingertips 

As I get the pictures I imagine out of my head

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

Very well done. I know this feeling. The ink is stronger than blood at times I think. Great Ink!

Aaron