Blood, Ink, and Tears
i had always thought that
you were my muse. but, then
i thought that maybe i was
wrong. you see, when i was
with the others before you,
visions of color and snippets
of prose dance through my mind.
but with you, there was nothing.
just sweet, comfortable numbness.
yet, when i was no longer by your
side, the words came flowing from
my pen like a fountain. it was
during those moments with ink
stained, trembling fingertips
that i realize you were my muse
all along. it just took a little
blood, ink, and tears to bring
myself to such a conclusion.
YOU ARE READING
Parchment and Perfume
PoetryThis draft represents the inner workings of my mind, among other things. All of my poems and prose will be cataloged here and available for feedback. Pieces will constantly be added or removed to fit the guidelines for any poetry submissions I have...
