• theobliviousink 5w

    Ink

    The thoughts in my head,
    Are inked on the sheets,
    Pouring out in vain;
    Reminiscence of the past,
    Revelations of the present,
    Rendering the future.

    The thoughts I say out loud,
    Are inked in their minds;
    As they fail to understand,
    To pursue the meaning,
    And run in misinterpretations.

    The thoughts that I sing,
    Are inked in the symphonies;
    Of mellifluous melodies,
    Or horrisonant sounds,
    That one can endear,
    The other can loathe.


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