The open pen and the deep stain,
o'er a torn piece of life - my writing pad.
I'm ready for you, Oh... The mirage,
baptize me, do come back dear.
The words hidden in a haze,
deep inside my picture maze.
I'm waiting, aye... The sleepless nights,
your presence for that magnum verse.
Nearly half a boil that day in bed,
shivers n chills and the fight for care.
Your touch, nay... the fluttering wings,
leaving me seething, a heart in pain.
I've sharpened blades for my vein,
a kiss and life will drip, then ooze.
Yeah, I make this vow of love;
I'll write your song with my very blood.
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