valid heron
The Blue ink that runs into my veins,
Splashes sometimes to define you although it pains,
Your sweet words echoing in my seldom,
Symphony of your voices, how adorable,
But your action harsh,
They carved some scars,
You know, your deeds,
They slaughtered a dream ?
Was I not of a caliber your high?
Fake laughs and giggles made my misery morseful,
Your warm red blood consumed the blue ink of mine,
A drop of water was all i had,
Yet i gave you that to quench your thirst,
You blamed me for not erasing the ache,
Lying near you i took the blame,
Sorry for not quenching your thirst,
Dying in the sand with the guilt of that,
The scorching sun burning afar,
The rays fell on me,
They evaporates because my ink was burning on another level,
Dried ink how will i live ?
marsh geyser
heavy dome
