If you ever run out of ink

 (this is so old lol)

If you ever run out of ink, 

here's my blood for tint. 

Please use it well, with care 

I'm ready to bleed, farewell. 

If ever your pen's not working anymore, 

and your paper's been smudged all over 

use my wrist to write your piece

tattoo art on me, be gentle, please. 

If ever blurbs you can't compose, 

literary works, poems and prose, 

I'll hand my ideas and thoughts, 

trace your lines and monologues. 

If ever love you cannot give, 

here's my heart, carve it deep. 

Bitterness you may have felt,

here's my sugar and saccharine. 

And if ever you run out of ink

again 

and lost all will to live 

I'll offer you all I have

until there is nothing else to give.