Ink
Ink blooms on paper
Forming words like red roses
Weaving sentences like friendship bracelets
Ink tears through paper
Burning away it's whiteness
Spreading the coldness of hate to the heart
Ink splashes onto paper
Teardrops creating unspoken words
Blinking back the heaviness yet to come
Ink dances with paper
Music vibrates through each letter
Laughter smiles with each word written
Ink flows through paper
It's blue river of veins
Breathing life into the letter
And finally the folded paper takes flight
With a message that may never reach
