Could you be my pen?
Bleed out words to help me mend?
Or possibly grow as a tree
Produce oxygen to set me free?
Then perhaps become my savior,
Tear down your walls to create paper?
Allow my thoughts to soak
But only if you never smoke.
For my words turn into fuel,
Actually, all of this is much too cruel.
Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 4:27 AM UTC
Could you be my pen?
Bleed out words to help me mend?
Or possibly grow as a tree
Produce oxygen to set me free?
Then perhaps become my savior,
Tear down your walls to create paper?
Allow my thoughts to soak
But only if you never smoke.
For my words turn into fuel,
Actually, all of this is much too cruel.
This one was REALLY fun to write!!! Inspired by the fact that loved ones are humans too.
