My Pen of You
It was a gift,
A token,a pen
A pen in which I had to make my inks,
I decided I made myself the ink.
We met by fate,
We made a vow,i made a vow
A vow forever,
I re- modify our love,i cured my scars,
My pen was losing ink,i was bleeding profusely,
Bleeding trying to make things right,
Am in love with you but you are in love with another,
I bury you inside,
My blood was drained without a drop left.
My pen of you was the beginning and the end,
It was just a gift,i could have repudiate it but it was my fate to live serving you...
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