Rat a tat , tap on a desk Pentip raps and the beat is my heart in my chest Stuck sitting I can't stand it If writers were criminals you'd catch me redhanded Words smoothe like red silk and silky black.velvet Syllables Spilling from my lips and sounding like sanskrit
Wrote this just.to say that I could write it But it doesn't Set my heart on fire because empty words can't ignite it
been about a dozen.days since my pen has touched a page Thought I had a message to.send but I.don't have much to.say