When my lips are incapable.
My soul leaks ink,
Onto paper it seeps ,
My mind sinks ,
From the depths ,
Of your sins .
When my eyes do not cry ,
My soul leaks ink .
Onto the paper that does not dry ,
From my soul that leaks ,
By your audacity,
To sleep ,
While i sit ,
And cry myself to sleep.
When my soul does not leak ink ,
May my tears flow with sorrow ,
From the pink ,
In my days that you borrowed.
8th March 23
