Tea drips on pages filled with your thought,

happy and pensive, and demons to be fought.


Tears fall on pages filled with hopes,

stupid boys and breaking hearts, strung together with ropes.


Ink stains on pages, mapping out your life,

your triumphs, your failure, your pleasures, your strife.


Write your soul,

Sing your pain.

Forget your critics

and just watch what you’ll gain.