Writers lies with intent to deceive
It cries for someone so hard to achieve
Give me a pen and I will write
With my almight then I will fight
Spectrum of ink with feelings inside
Come together with violent collide
White paper and thoughts of pure
Having no fault was so obscure
Teardrops around my sullen eyes
The broken poet it never lies
A thousand poem can never repair
The displacement of single swear
And if you could give me a chance to rewrite the past
Then it is my pleasure to lighten-up the blast