Paper can’t handle
The ink that I spill,
There’s a curse hidden
Behind my quill.
Letters turn to acid
Paper to ash,
The alphabet cries
When emotions clash.
My writing is messy
There is no design,
I don’t fix in any box
Or in-between the lines.
When it comes to art
You must give insanity,
As poetic truths
Are inked with agony.
K
The Darkest Fairytale 
WOWWWWWWWWWWWWW ❤ ❤ ❤ ❤ I loveddddddddd itt ❤ I can keep reading over and over and over again….<3 Just so beautiful ❤
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Thank you 🙂 Your comment is much appreciated.
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When I saw the title I thought ‘ah yes this will be about tattoos’ then of course I should have known, this goes much deeper, this of you, of poetry.
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Haha I just like to keep you on edge. I hope you are well 🙂
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I’m well thank you, Katrina – how about you.
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Glad to hear. I am good thank you x
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I try not to spill ink!
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Let it spill x
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