Inked In Dust, Inked With Blood | [POETRY]

POEM

I call it poem because you may never give it a name

I write it down before you try and change the game

You may have the potential but trust me it's not the same

I paint on mold to gain you not to waste it all in vain

If I didn't lose one more shade to save us, would you still break the frame?

I word it past because you may never see me again

I walk the town before you try and visit my brain

You may think love is my essential but trust me it's my shame

I defend the castle for the garden not to escape the hurricane

If I didn't cut one more vein to revive trust, would you still trade me for a mistake?

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