InkHeart

My heart, as black as ink

Of which I dip my quill

As I sit upon this windowsill

And my emotions, let them spill

Let all I've hidden now be shown

Let my lies to all be known

And I shall reap what I have sown

Yet I can't bring myself to let

Others know the lies I've set

Despite my trust in those, cause yet

All my regrets and my fears

And my ever falling tears

That no one ever sees or hears

Because I hold myself in binds

Waiting for one who finds

What I've hidden behind these blinds

Who sees beyond my heart's black cover

Be it friend or foe or lover

I know with one there comes another

And when I find that one, I think

I can find myself the strength

To show my heart, without the ink.