Category : Poems

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I spilled my blood on the inkwell 
To contour your thin lips.  
From the reflection of my shadow, 
I made for you a coat, 
To protect your tender flesh. 

 I shed tears in my pen
 To rinse your eyes in the morning. 
 From your smile I made a bridge,
To reach happiness through my salty smiling.

 I poured my thoughts over your pinched lips,
 Healing them with my warm breath.
  I left your hand in my palm, 
Catching your fingers between my tired flesh. 

 I let my voice read you stories, 
Pouring my love into your veins.
I spilled my blood on the inkwell 
To contour your thin lips.