Your Ink

Your ink,
Stains like no other,
Tattooed to my heart and brain,
With your stories of truthful courage,
A rainbow of relatable pain.

You paint graphic and haunting images,
With your beautifully woven words.
Pin pricking every inch of my heart,
With your honest and bravely written verse.

Your heart is a nest of poems.

Ready to bleed onto every page.
Once read, they’ll never leave us.
Beautifully scarred now,
Poems we’ll take to our graves.

- Andrew Horner