chibisquab
Bluelighter
I feel a need to pour my soul onto paper
To see ink flow smoothly across a white plain
To watch black liquid form words
And words pictures
A need to describe
To possess
To tell
To forget
I want to see it all slip away from me
To hear it leave and shut the door
To put the past behind me
And leave words
Only words
To see ink flow smoothly across a white plain
To watch black liquid form words
And words pictures
A need to describe
To possess
To tell
To forget
I want to see it all slip away from me
To hear it leave and shut the door
To put the past behind me
And leave words
Only words
