To all these things,
My words escape.
In this ink,
and to relate.
In this ink,
another dying pen too.
Is this how it gets to you?
Let it out, or do not part.
In this ink,
Make a mark.
To all these things,
there is no start.
To where begin,
escapes within.
All this ink, pours.
Letting it out,
Till there is no more.
-INK (J.J)
Sometimes people go their whole life,
looking for that one, special person.
Sometimes they find what they're looking for,
when others come back empty handed.
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Scratch my skin, scratch it please.
Scratch it so you will make it bleed.
Take my words, throw them down.
Take your words, they're the only sound.
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To you, my undying love.
Your thought gazes among my eyes.
For your words captivate my insides.
The roll of your tounge dazzles my life.
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I've tried to write this out.
To get it from my head.
It seems right now,
my soul is dead.
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