It starts with a scribble and a scratch
And the bleeding of a pen
And the carving of the pulp
Words pile and puddle
And emotions gather and release
Joy and grief
And longing  and anticipation
Its verbal mental *******
Scarring paper with confessions
And confusion and grand illusion
Of dreams with miserable  conclusions
And I'm begging for her affection
And shes grasping for him
And he's slinging arrows  for anothers attention
Who has a cold shoulder
And a broken heart
And shes trying to write herself
Out of her hole
But only finds herself
Deeper and more broken and hurt
Carrying the immortal curse
Of loving the pain of the heartache
Of the scribble and the scratch
And the beliving of the ink
And the desperation of finding hope
In the last line