But my heart is a masterpiece, pumping countless words in a single thought.
I have here a secret. . . Only this time, I dared to burn the best poem above the earth. Ssshh. .
To truly say is a founded art, you touched the life and not the soul. For in every craft I chose to write, keeps my purest thoughts in great disguise. . .
Oh, how it pains a poet's heart to build a cave and dig the ground.
Save my soul from all the lies, to all the lines you think is right
"Id love to walk, but you chose to run And now? I nevermind."
I dreamed of writing this, but never changed a single line.