Weapon Of Choice
Ink Spillage
the size of my ego,
drowning thoughts that produce words of
excitement, Words that will take
you on roller coaster ride of
mind bending maniacal
pleasures to sooth the hunger of
a beast, Ink falls from a pointy
tip engraving beautiful art as if i were
a tattoo artist,
Her shape complements my
fingers making an enjoyable experience like
love connecting him and her for there first time,
Mightier than a sword,
piercing threw feelings with ink bullets,
staining the page with tales and stories
of Real and Fiction,
Thy Pen shall never run out
therefore life is full of cogitation,
My Pen will forever express me.
-Cspb
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