Thin and cold in my weak grip
A soft, dark tip so beautifully crafted
Holding images before they slip
A single line of creativity on white
Soon to be a creation, an invention
Built with a thought, far from right
Eyes gleaming with great madness
The tip carving the clean paper
Holding my thought, should it vanish
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Love Hate & Everything in Between
Poetrywe all have those words. ones that are best left unsaid. ones that should be said, yet aren't. ones that ruin lives, and ones that save them. here are some such words. words of love words of hate and everything in between ~~~ im rewriting these fou...
