My ink dries up as do my tears
But after the rain, come lovely thoughts
That I need to pen down for others to see
The ink in my pen writes them down for you and me.
Pages are penned in ink so blue
Letters are written and saved in a box
Will you one day come back from where you've gone
Peep into my heart and read what I've penned for you.
Invisible is the ink with which I write on my heart
For your eyes only is this note I write
Scribble with my blood and hope it survives
For it is the pain you gave that leads me on to write.
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