As I write to you my songs and quips,
this ink will stain my finger tips.
Leaving smears and smudges on my lips.
Skin so soft, smooth and easy to kiss.
Or at least thats what you once told me

I remember so vividly your fingerprints,
in paths up and down my blue black skin.
Follow their trail and pick up the hints
of ever place you've ever touched me.
You always were so cold.

Do you recognize these blotches and tears?
Every word written with fire and care.
I find myself lost upon these stairs.
knowing you would never approve and yet,
one can never quite escape you affairs can they?

My wish is t be without your inspiration.
You will to rhyme, your wish to see,
your want to forever keep me bleak
and locked inside your basement.
When your all done, who will be my replacement?

These thoughts are masked
by thin black lines
that suffocate me and share in your crime.
My memories will always be ink stained by you,
So I shall wash them away with baptismal water.

Enjoy my gift dear friend,
and may the ink well now envelope you.

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Mistakes are a part of being human. Appreciate your mistakes for what they are: precious life lessons that can only be learned the hard way. Unless it's a fatal mistake, which, at least, others can learn from.
Al Franken, "Oh, the Things I Know", 2002


All human beings are out of their f--g minds, every single last one of them.
-Albert Ellis