inked,
Somewhere in this world we might be synked,
all we share- the secrets, the bonds, the love is all somewhere linked,
I remember our fights were too inked
the last day of school,
or the day you left,
it might be the first day to a new life I winked,
inked, somehow we all are synked
we met strangers and found same vibes as ours
isn't this a sign we all are inked,
this ink maybe spill at some places in a letter,
but remember we wrote our first love letter with this ink,
this ink no matter how thick or thin,
doesn't matter black or blue,
but it made the painting which seems so true,
the same way the butterflies and the season spring,
we were meant to be a part,
and this was already inked.
YOU ARE READING
inked.
PoetryA poem derscribing our connection, the world together holding hands us with all the stories.
