Black like oil, burning, bubbling, but it’s nothing more than a mess that hasn’t gone away yet. Hot Ink… not a sexy tramp stamp but the ink burning so many pages, so many days, and my whole life away for love of a pretty girl, maybe my love for you.
Inkblots
Expressing my fears
With so many tears
How I think you’re hot
And I can’t stop
After so many years
The taunts and the jeers
I love you lots
How doth my lady, my lover?
After all this time
I dare another line
To you and no other
Ink in lovely lore
My love forever more
Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
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