i haven't written in several days
have not been smitten with paper praise
so i depressed my pen & walked away
because without you words don't exist
there's no purpose to lifting lips
& everyone feels guilty to **** trees because
all writing will be wilting without you my love
& if my ***** pen still bleeds
he'll die in vain & filthy
because i would never try to use
these simple words to describe you
in fact ill just lay all language to rest
& tell those men to end their fatal attempts
those gorgeous words haven't been invented yet