Forget your flowery words:
Soft sensations weaving through our minds
As their sound vibrates gently on the surface of our brains,
The written word having skipped the ear altogether
Blah!

No, let your heart bleed from your fountain pen
And dump the ink well over these pages,
Spilling your blood for us to pour over
To search for beauty and love
And affirmation of the blood within our own