The Poets Curse/by:Haunted Lunacy

The poets curse is to hold this pen,
to write the words that hurt within,
to weep alone and spill this ink,
when all he wants is to cease to think.
These pages stained with memories 
so dear, he keeps them close and pretends
she’s near. Immortal words, his ink will flow,
he can never truly let her go.

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