I Spilled My Ink On Pages Torn
Souls can bleed words but they are not really read,
Or at least I have discovered this on my path,
Sometimes being alone hurts less then people do,
I think my trust has been completely fractured,
My poetry is my heart,
My words is my soul,
I spilled my ink on pages torn.
Copyright © Mourning Mist | Year Posted 2011
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