Ink and paper

I wonder how you feel to live in a secret world
Every written love letters by happy couples
Every printed pain poems by ailing thoughts
You must be confused sometimes, I presume…
For you share those surreptitious feelings with no one
You must have a lot to get out of your chests
O ink! I’m sorry if you had to witness those tragedies
Fair or not! You are sublime ink, be strong!

Meanwhile, paper is the one to abide the heavy load
Sometimes tore up by the victim’s tears drop
Sometimes abused by a gentleman wounded heart
And winkled papers are sentenced to the trash basket
How unfortunate for those sheets that went through that position
When the anguish is going to end for ink and paper?
Let’s say never, because… For as long as we live
Our pain and joy will always be shared by them.

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