Ink droplets
{like blood}
leather bound pages
{holding secrets}
The pain pours from you
{like the tears from your eyes}
and stains the page
{like he stained your heart}
Now he's gonegonegone.
{never coming back}
now you are alone.
{no one to hold you
and make the pain go away}
You write
and write
and write
and write
but, all you feel is sorrow.
Because he's gone
{and he's nevercoming back}
your one true love
washed away
like castles in the sand.
{an}
Twelve Days of Christmas – Cannon #2
MCBC - Stain – Cho/Cedric
Monthly Het Drabbles – Ink
Disclaimer – If only I were a real poet…