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URum

The walking ghost
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I wish I could
Melt those moments
Into my ink pen
Onto the white sheets crisp
I’d capture her hair
Moving slightly with the wind
And her hands
Portraying her speech clearly.
The way she looked
Deep into my eyes
I’d wish I could
Ink them into my soul.
You said you’d leave
But no
You will stay
You’ve stayed in my ink pen
Onto the white sheets crisp.
 
I wish I could
Melt those moments
Into my ink pen
Onto the white sheets crisp
I’d capture her hair
Moving slightly with the wind
And her hands
Portraying her speech clearly.
The way she looked
Deep into my eyes
I’d wish I could
Ink them into my soul.
You said you’d leave
But no
You will stay
You’ve stayed in my ink pen
Onto the white sheets crisp.

Captured perfectly
:hearteyes:
 
I wish I could
Melt those moments
Into my ink pen
Onto the white sheets crisp
I’d capture her hair
Moving slightly with the wind
And her hands
Portraying her speech clearly.
The way she looked
Deep into my eyes
I’d wish I could
Ink them into my soul.
You said you’d leave
But no
You will stay
You’ve stayed angry gran pen
Onto the white sheets crisp.
That’s a beautiful poem. I like the imagery of melting moments into an ink pen and transferring them onto white sheets. It's a great way to vividly portray the act of capturing memories and emotions.
 
I wish I could
Melt those moments
Into my ink pen
Onto the white sheets crisp
I’d capture her hair
Moving slightly with the wind
And her hands
Portraying her speech clearly.
The way she looked
Deep into my eyes
I’d wish I could
Ink them into my soul.
You said you’d leave
But no
You will stay
You’ve stayed in my ink pen
Onto the white sheets crisp.
Nice
 
I wish I could
Melt those moments
Into my ink pen
Onto the white sheets crisp
I’d capture her hair
Moving slightly with the wind
And her hands
Portraying her speech clearly.
The way she looked
Deep into my eyes
I’d wish I could
Ink them into my soul.
You said you’d leave
But no
You will stay
You’ve stayed in my ink pen
Onto the white sheets crisp.
Hehe
 
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