Ink soaked pain, Though words bleed, Their heart out, On the white, Painting emotionless colours, Once left fallen, Into the darkest room, Of embracing love, Calling lover's island, Found lost, Traced scented candles, Burning love letters, Of divine spirits, By inking their names, With teary pleasures, Of home coming. After death love... Pic: my gallery.. #3333poem #inkedheartpoetry #soakedinlove #loverstales #yqbaba #newwritersclub
