I'm Thinking In Ink

People judge too quickly,

and forget about our feelings,

forget we're a human being.

A hope for something extraordinary,

is what I'm feeling in the middle of the night,

when I should be sleeping.

But instead I'm thinking,

about how our blood starts out red,

before our soul is written in ink,

on the papers we hide,

where no one will find.

I thought I loved them and that's why,

I wrote every poem thinking of their name,

but maybe I just like writing poetry.