Take a look, my pen
Your writings in ink
have faded long past
into a yellow crump of paper
That dwelt fresh long go
into greener thought of you
have taken a longer path
to curve my heart in blue
Why I still feel pain
Seeing ink-pot mazed
inside web of those lines
froathing through half baked nib
Bring my time back
Away from the internet, and
The crippled keyboard
To pen a verb written in red
Take a look, my pen
In your beauty equivalent
That weigh more than my heart
A rose garden more than my wish
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