Now that you think to go your way
your memories that are out to stay.
Even for a moment, about them, I think
something about them it’ll make me ink.
It has been hard alone to endure this test
as my mind, offlate, has been in unrest.
I have lost, for sure. the need for my forty wink(s)
which is why, this work, about you, I ink.
Life, without you, seems to come to a stand still
as to get you back looks like a task that’s uphill.
How to achieve it, iam looking out for the link
which haunts me whenever about you, in ink.
Never before had become moist both my eyes
as it cannot take in what the heart lets out as cries.
Even before the eye lids, on its own, go onto blink
a theme, about what you mean to me, iam all set to ink.
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