My Secret Writing Utensil

Unique to my writing . Didn't think I could write like this

You pick up a pencil, a quill, a pen
Inking down your thoughts
In a red sort of way
You do this to let out your frustration
A complex situation
Of unreturned infatuation
Which happens when a relation
Goes short on a little patience
Short and hasty are the words
That you write down
In your scribbling penmanship
Though your heart does rip
And go down like a sinking ship
You find you can trip
And also find yourself with heart damage
That can be fixed
Through all the flaws and cracked
All because you picked up
That inked nature of yourself
My bloody utensil to blame

Reviews

[quinfinn]

so that's who is to blame for this wonderful piece of writing! nicely expressed and
exquisitely formatted. great job!

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SIMPLY ASTOUNDING!!!!
Love the amazing flow,
Very neatly written and thought out.
Enjoyable read.