My thoughts are a tangled mess of love letters scattered all over your apartment floor
give me a lighter
i want to burn it all down
the hole you tore in my heart has been empty for months
please
come home

words that turned your eyes into oceans
glances that broke my heart into pieces
smiles that cracked my bones
you still have my heart
you always will

We are writers and poets who know how to express
We can define our feelings a lot more or a lot less
Why were we cursed with the ability to feel?
The feelings of life that are so painfully real...

We can make music by writing what we desire
Turning simple paper into a passionate fire
We can sway hearts by symbolizing love and creation
Or break another's by turning words into death and temptation

We are the cursed race of scholars who turn words into weapons
We can draw blood with a phrase in a matter of seconds
We are dedicated authors with emotions so heavy
That one word from us that is read or heard can be deadly

Words are our weapons, our friends and our foes
Even a writer or poet has demons that only we know
Each line is a battle and each piece is a war
We are writers and poets and we will write forevermore