No one can hear me
I use soft lead
It’s not what I wrote
But what you have read

Get past the lines, into the spaces
Truth and love, my pen always chases
How about this, what if I were to say
All of the things that make me feel this way

Any verse, now they’re all the same
What is up with that, what’s in a name
No one left but my pen and I
Ink smears when I start to cry

9/12/25