” When Ink meets paper, It makes history.”
Everyone asks me, why I’m not writing?
They asked what happen to me?
What will I tell you?
When I feel so numb
It’s hard to write anything
When there’s nothing going on
It’s hard to feel anything
When you have bled enough
But, the wound is still there
Which keeps on reminding me
The time we spend together
And I will write
Write on my heart
Which is like the blank white paper
And our love is the blue ink
It will flow non stop
Till my last dying breath
Soul mate's - so near, yet so far 