he, he was a pen,
bleeding ink,
making and leaving a mark,
perhaps interrupted at times by tears
but everlasting, nonetheless.
any words not meant had to be
scribbled out.
(but they were still there)
bold.
black.
permanent.
as for her, she was a pencil -
much softer than the former,
but tended to fade
with time.
forged from rock both dark and beautiful
when sharp, quite vivid;
when weary, quite faint.
does not last forever.
can easily be erased (though a quiet impression will
always
remain.)
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