Unfaded

She’s the ink that never fades

Running through her veins

That fills in blank pages 

And remarkably forever stains

She writes paragraphs that rhyme

On hope, love and laughter 

And about those heartless many

To whom she did not matter

Penning down poetries

Made both of love and hate

Crafted with sheer emotions 

Of people she once met

Thousands memories of each

That are carved on her heart

Whether they stayed for a day

Or for years and had to part

She writes to hoard feelings 

All kinds, bitter and sweet 

So whilst she’s left lonely

She can revisit and greet

These poems are a home

In which her soul finds the light

To wrestle those demons

That torment her might 

For what it’s worth

Will she always argue 

Hoping someone someday 

Will write about her too! 

-Audrey. C