I wrote poems that didn’t make sense
Sad words tangled in innocence
Words trapped in paper , lost in time
Locked up for committing the most beautiful crime
My pencil sings on paper
Goes skiing on the purest of snow
I can **** words with my eraser
Leaving no trace, nobody will know
My words leave their whispers behind
On show for people to read
Some are sad , some are kind
Read them at your own speed