ink(A.Melleby, 05.07.14)
the words come tumbling in
to a landscape unknown
just like your face
when you broke the news to me
I had never seen eyes as dark
ever before in my life
AM turned to PM at the blink of an eye
and our twosomeness to past tense
my pen
is my best friend
my only true friend
as I write these words
to you
a heart is always alone
burried deep inside our chests
so this is no loss
we were never that close anyway
we were never one
as we´re taking different turns
as I watch your shadow grow longer
my heart will keep on beating
without you
tears are plentiful
my pen
is my best friend
my only true friend
as I write these words
to you
I´ll start to breathe again
if the ink dries
