I got my head over heels,
There is a pair of heels on my head,
Over the heels lies a head,
Over the head I got heels.

There are heels over those heads,
It lays over my head on heels,
A pair of head and a pair of heels,
I throw it over the head,
Heels fall on other's head.

My words keeps getting mixed up,
with heels heads over it,
glazing over my words like heels,
I have lost some senses.

Senses to feel these high heels,
Sitting on top of my head,
The heels I wear,
keeps ruining every particle of my brain.

The heads over the heels, it cracks me up.
I must have gone really mad,
For I had my head over heels on you,

Standing on gravity with my 12 cm heels,
laying it over my head...
Head over Heels,

I Love You!! :D

We are writers and poets who know how to express
We can define our feelings a lot more or a lot less
Why were we cursed with the ability to feel?
The feelings of life that are so painfully real...

We can make music by writing what we desire
Turning simple paper into a passionate fire
We can sway hearts by symbolizing love and creation
Or break another's by turning words into death and temptation

We are the cursed race of scholars who turn words into weapons
We can draw blood with a phrase in a matter of seconds
We are dedicated authors with emotions so heavy
That one word from us that is read or heard can be deadly

Words are our weapons, our friends and our foes
Even a writer or poet has demons that only we know
Each line is a battle and each piece is a war
We are writers and poets and we will write forevermore