What kind of ink does your love use?
What is this ink that can’t get erased?
What kind of trickery, what kind of madness?!
Pages remain full of words stained with this special ink
Scratches hide the written words
But they remain
I just have to remember not to open on previous pages
Where words are lost with ink
Where the stains of unclear ink is all that can be seen
No meaning behind it, just the pains of it all
Laughter, friends, adventures
and all the things that are loved to be enjoyed
They know how to burn some pages
But ink stained the pages
Forgotten ink
And all these good things
Try to burn the stained pages
And the flames are the hope reflected in my eyes
They warm you in cold nights
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