Sitting here
With a touch of sadness
Weekends over
It's back to the madness

Work all week
Feeling like a slave
All I got
That's what I gave

Each day goes slow
Every hour seems like two
I cannot wait
Till I'm back with you

Time with you
Each second I will cherish
I love you
Till the day that I perish

Words can cut you
to the core
leaving you lying
on the floor

When they're spoke
it can make you cry
makes you feel like
you want to die

Other times
they can make you feel love
delivered on
the wings of doves

Words of love
and sweet romance
feeling like
you're in a trance

Another way
they can be spoken
feeling like
you're sad and broken

Hearing them spoke
can make you smile
even if
for a little while

Raising you up
or making you sour
they have such
incredible power

Some are true
and some are lies
hits you right
between the eyes

Careful of what
you say or write
it can cause
an ugly fight

All us poets
we are not zeros
we are literary
super heroes

Using our words
to express our feelings
there's no floors
and no ceilings

So keep on writing
till you die
making them laugh
making them cry

ripping you to
shreds?

Find what you love,
and **** it.

Before it kills
you.