you can not confess what I have already drawn in words
you can not feel what I have inscripted on my soul
transferred into these pixels of light and dark.
they are not your notions they are mine
they bleed my name
and seep my ssoul.
and when you deconstruct them
and pile them up in a different order,
you can not erase me and call them your own mine
when my heart notes are stolen they call to me
and wish themselves home to me
and you who have stolen what can not be yours
will ever know that sprite of inspiration
shared generously with you is not yours
do not confuse it with intellect they are the seals on my soul
do what you will with them, but they are my heart scrolls
when heart notes are stolen they aren't like real kisses
deep and from your soul,
they are forced and devoid of meaning, with only superficial gain.
I want them all back under my breast back to their home,
each and every one under my heart felt seal of pain.