Drowning this heart
In a sea so black
The ink of writings
The thoughts keep swelling
And the ink keeps growing
Why does my brain keep flowing
Back to thoughts of you
Every time I write
A letter, a word, a sentence
I think of you
And all I can do is hope
Somewhere in this sea of ink
So bleak
I can only wait so long
Until all this hope starts to shrink
Holding this pen so tight
Trying to veer out of your way
The ink bled through
Must I think of you
And now I'm sinking,
Drowning in the black
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