Ink

Tired irrational thoughts 
Miss the page and end up inked blots 
What use is this? 
Too many thoughts for paper to hold 
I thought this would clear my mind 
or so I was told 
Time to be bold 
Commit these thoughts to skin 
For every body is a canvas 
Fill it with your art and memories 
Fit it with your love. Cover your skin.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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