Black Ink Pens and ScribblesA Poem by MelodySomething I wrote a LONG LONG time ago...Can't remember when...Tell me what you think. :)
I sit and I scribble,
With black ink pens, Black ink pens and scribbles, I scribble and I ribble my single given life away. And when I shower, I wash the ink off my hands, and clean the deepest paper cuts down to the ends. It stings and it rings, But so do my pulsing fingers And beating heart. She sits at a desk with black ink pens and scribbles. Black ink pens and scribbles. She scribbles and ribbles her single given life away. And when she showers, She washes the ink off her hands, And cleans the deepest paper cuts down to the ends. She stings and she rings, But so do my pulsing fingers And beating heart. I sit and I scribble, With black ink pens, Black ink pens and scribbles, I scribble and I ribble my single given life away. And when I shower, I was the ink off my hands, And clean the deepest paper cuts down to the ends. It stings and it rings, But so do my pulsing fingers And beating heart. I die with this pen in my hand, And my book of scribbles below my head. She dies with her pen in her hand, And her book of scribbles below her head. I die with this pen in my hand, And my book of scribbles below my head. © 2012 MelodyAuthor's Note
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Added on August 24, 2012Last Updated on August 24, 2012 AuthorMelodyTXAboutMy name is Melanie. Not the best name. Not the worst. I am a person. Not the best. Not the worst. I am Melanie. more..Writing
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