Nib

Underneath the pen nib groove pools fill with ink And on the barren dead tree skin i show you how i think I show a feeling with words that seem to link but as one letter meets another i have no control Scratching at the spaces because that's all there is Hesitate on this line My honour lost in time may write words where stars collide heartbeats felt side by side maybe touch a soul alone maybe may or might Does not really matter Good intentions Dead inside Same tomorrow night