• panda_69 39w

    Coffee on the left and she's on my right,
    A moment in time when black turns to white.

    Countless souls but nothing like hers,
    A soul which shone on my life,
    On a life that was dim;

    The one who rewrote my story,
    The nib, my companion, my identity;

    Evoked feelings are well hidden in me,
    Shook it to shape into a complete soul.

    For many, a pen may be one of the bare things ;
    But, for me, she's given me my wings.

    Ugh! My insane mind won't rest!

    Flooded with your memories
    I told my pen to stop,
    Yet, that ink betrayed me once again!