I die
A thousand
Deaths,
And cry
A thousand
Tears
Inky drops
Become
Soft crease—
On coarse skin,
Renewed
Fears
I write
This very
Poem
To tattoo it
On your
Skin
White ink
Is so translucent—
Such a
Slight,
Poetic
Sin
I die
A thousand
Deaths,
And cry
A thousand
Tears
If only
I’d read this
On my palm—
To get prepared
For life’s
exam
But fact is,
History
Tells me,
You can’t
Read
Between
Inked lines
I die
A thousand
Deaths,
And cry
A thousand
Tears
Profound verse,
Quenching
Thirst
For life—
Would tell
You about
Poetic
Strive
You die
A thousand
Deaths,
And cry
A thousand
Tears
Some dark
Drop
Stains,
Soft,
Wrinkled
Skin
On book
Unwritten,
Dark,
And stark,
And torn,
And loud,
And
Magic,
Start.
And
Feared.
So.
White.
Teared.
So poignant, beautiful, and emotional. ❤️
Thank you so much Lucy, it means a lot 🖤 have a wonderful Sunday
This is beautiful. Quite melancholy. Heartbreaking even. But that sorrow works wonders when it comes to the intensity. Quite beautiful Anna!
really appreciate the comments, thanks for the feedback, Shanyu
My absolute pleasure!
Love this 🖤🖤
Thank you so much Charmer, happy you loved it 🖤
You’re most welcome my friend, I really did! 😊🖤
😊
Oh I adore this flow 💜
i adore the fact you adore it 💜
Beautiful. ♥️
Cool you like it