She Became The Ink/by:Haunted Lunacy

She became the ink

that stained the poets page.

the mournful letters in

 melancholy words,

The prose that haunts him so.

Every stroke of the poets pen,

her face would haunt his mind.

Verses written to remind him ,

that he must let her go.

One day the poet will cease to write,

And his ink will begin to dry.

Forgetting times of such 

sweet sorrow,

And why his pen did cry.