From This Ink

As this last drop leaves my pen
I don't know when we'll meet again
would things change if we did
when our being together is always hid

The last drop is falling very slowly
in my mind I can almost see
every word I've written to you
to try and make changes in how we do

I don't regret anything I've written
because my emotions and words were always fitting
I needed to get rid of them somehow
And I did, there's only happiness left right now

I gave my fallen tears to you
living in a world this blue
fully made of words of ink
into the paper I made you sink

I made you one of my best friends
my only friend who understands
how everything seems to be in my eyes
who can see right through my disguise

that blue drops made you so real
but still so fake I could feel
that your black hair only exists
when the ink flew like it were gifts

The last drop just hit this sheet
And we haven't said yet when to meet
what will I do without your big brown eyes
of which the exact shade always varies

I'll say goodbye to you for now
and get on alone with everything somehow
but we will meet again, right?
You'll never be out of my sight..

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