Echoes of the Ink

Echoes of the Ink .............. It still bleeds Every word I write, They still reflect Reflects those old scars Scars I never want to let go I still wish I can always hold on. From the deepest caves My emotions flow, Always the sensitive You said once I should be selfish But selfish I cannot be If there's a sacred heart That would be mine. They still linger Like cobwebs hanging over , They remind me of you Just you, I never forgot In my words You're the muse I had You still are The Phoenix I remember. © Adiela Michael