The Way It Was Written
The way it was written
A pen with a black ink has no boundary
It flows a stroke that no one can see
The written words are a phase of reality
Where the ghost of each penning is beyond equity
Letters by letters are gone too wild
It is written asymmetrically, as it goes and glides
The mask of its words are faded, to black and white
While the thoughts on it can kill a lion's lad
Sentences are powerful like a piercing knife
To heart that is ready to bleed nor love
The way it was written is such a venomous one
You’ll never understand if you won’t read between the line
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