I see you.
Writing love lyrics,
Wistful dreamy poems
They are beautiful.

Everytime I read one, I smile.
Because they are beautiful.
I can't produce my own for the darkness controls me.
My words are venom, poison leaking from my veins.
My rhymes are sobbed and not spoken.
My lyrics bring tears to the eyes.

Because it's hard to write what's beautiful.
When the world is so vicious.
I envy the naivete.