My ink and I are two
But we are one.
My ink is like an Ocean,
It can never dry.
Call one thousand soldiers,
I'll stand and fight 'em.
Fire me
Arrows of strong critics,
Pierce my body
With spears of disappointment,
Go to the studio
And sing powerful lies
All in the name of separating my marriage,
Trust me, you'll just be wasting your time.
My ink burns hotter than a fiery furnace,
It is mightier thank sword, bow and arrow combined.
It falls like rain,
Sometimes little, sometimes too big.
Hey you,
Yes you,
Don't let anything separate you from your ink.
©goodluck
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