Ink Runs Through My Veins

 

I am a poet
 
Ink, rather than blood
Runs through my veins
My heart
Is a typewriter
 
I hide pens around my apartment 
Along with paper
Just in case I want to write 
 
I leave poems for myself 
And for my fiancé 
To find when she is looking for something 
 
Because I am a poet
I cannot stop these words from flowing 
 
Even if I wanted to
 
If these letters you see
Spell out something familiar 
 
If you are a brother or sister of mine
Then raise your ink stained fists
 
And together we shall leave our words painted across the sky
For all to see
The sound of our typewriter hearts
Will echo in every ear
 
Our family shall not be ignored  
 

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