A friend of mine told me I write when I’m sad She said it is as if I am in pain And I said when I write it rains When I put the pen on paper the clouds get dark And when I stop The birds of the sky sings Coming out to play as the sun is out
Sending a chain of charged words to get you out of your stupor they aim directly at spots underneath your skin vibrating all out and up that stuck to you and made you slow in pace and stagnant -