Ink heart

I write and delete it again, but;
The blank sheet saturates my mind.
how can i start drawing
if words are not enough?

And I just feel my fingers bleed
every time my heart
he doesn't get what he wants.
And every beat of love
wears out and dies.
This feeling poisoned the soul
Until the ink ran out
that blood of mine
that excited the chest.

My inkwell ran out of ink
and my fingers can rest.

My heart is now dry
and the blank sheet was decided to remain.