The Fountain Pen


I was falling in love as fast as the color of tea spreads through a cup.
I'm inlove with you,
like a fountain pen.
Fluid strokes makes for beautiful hand writing
But Love isn't as easy to control as with Fountain pens
The ink has been leaked
And now I push to write but the ink just extent through your clothes.
Now there's an ink in your clothes.
Trying to clean up, but it get worse
Trying to fix it
and it just ripped out.
Finally, I came to an end
and decided to start over again
Where I am inlove with you again.

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