ink
ink leaks from my pen,forming words i hardly recognize as my own.
seeping through paper,
staining the white silk tablecloth,
like you did my heart.
take the paper and leave,
like you.
the mark, still there,
visible and pained.
a scarr,a memory that cannot,
even if i tried,
be erased.
your fingerprint,
upon my soul
(c) xoxoCharis Vera @ 11:09:00 PM
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