​Some words, they have our heart in them

Some songs, they got our soul in shelves

In wine, we find a lonely friend

At night, see memories of us.

Still yet, we write and talk it all, 

Ink, Pen we draw our thoughts of love 

To wake up, and see yesterday 

And tomorrow to sit and write the pain. 

Once our story was a paradise

Sweat hots at thoughts of you at night

And reminisce about future days

Only to see it through broken rays. 

                                                  Leonard Epidi 

Ink pains