Ink heart
Pen dragged itself across the blank sheet of paper in the gentlest caress.
No white, white as the clouds, can remain untarnished by
the cruelty of the tainted one
The heart of stone cast away never to fall in love again
knocked on the door of the silent pen, Pen the nobody.
Left alone reminiscing what should be left forgotten.
YOU ARE READING
Everything About Gray
PoesíaAn hour with you felt like 3 minutes. - M. [prose from Magenta to Gray]
