Ink







Ink


 


Drowning in a blue inkwell
Suffocating in your words
Unraveled and chaotic
My sublime to your absurd


Hidden treasures I do find
In some of your rambling thoughts
Falsehoods spiraling
The words you choose say a lot


Careful conjecture takes me
To a place I cannot delve
Love inconspicuously
Keeps my heart upon a shelf


Wax my darling poetic
With an ounce or two of rhyme
Every word you have spoken
Forever kept in my mind


Straight is the arrow you aim
From dear Cupid’s wordy bow
A bullseye when you kiss me
A miss when you let me go


Parting is such sweet sorrow
The romantic oft’ will say
When Dear John starts your letter
No words can cradle the break


Tissy Taylor




Tissy Taylor. Born and raised in Ontario. Communications Manager for automotive industry giant. Penned a weekly column for community newspaper. Writing is my passion - started writing poetry and songs as soon as i could hold a crayon.

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