Ink Stains

Do not fall in love with a poet… She will speak in metaphors and drift between syllables. More is revealed when she cries except there are no tears Just drops of ink running to describe her faults. She has many… She speaks in riddles and expects you to comprehend… When asked her favorite flavor of ice cream She will twirl while giggling that it is Nevermore. Ask her favorite color and she will whisper strawberry, of course… However, if she loves you she will step out behind her words And as she tip-toes out from the pages of her heart … Continue reading Ink Stains