Crimson Ink
The void of my cap spills endless ink
Crimson displays passion in belief
Gothic romanticism beats in my heart
Edges of sorrow restructure my art
Hi, did you miss me?
I may have found an inkling
I'm allowed to make mistakes
No need to constantly erase
My page becomes a treasure trove
No longer willing to dance alone
I'll sway to your tune Madeline
Would you perhaps like to hear mine?
