Ink and Tears

I weaved magic with my pen for him, but still he left

I cleaned poisoned wounds with ink and tears, still he fled

I dropped dreams like trails of bread crumbs, though he ran

I brought light and warmth and destiny, where nobody can

Β© Delia Ross. 2020

I write you poetry, why did you leave me πŸ’”

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