What I Forgot to Say

The Love of a Scribe

All I have are my words,

My thoughts to give.

You'd ask me for money,

And I'll write you a luxury.

You'd be the queen of a broken world

Gold drips where tears should.

And the silver?

Why, you'd use it to wipe your face,

After the pixie dust has settled on your cheeks.

I'll write you a fortune of money,

In a world where no one else has anything.

I'd sit behind your throne,

So that no one may see my own bitter poverty.

Or may you'd want the wisdom.

They'd call you the fountain of truth.

And I'd write you a world where the words

Just slip off the page,

And flow to you always.

But you'd never know I cared about you,

Because you don't believe the the science of love.

But don't ever ask me to make you beautiful.

The pages couldn't handle that weight.

And so you'd ask me to make you loved,

Because the money made your heart heavy

Because the knowledge made you lonely and misunderstood.

And so I put my pencil down,

And presented myself before your loveliness.

I bow, and pull out a red rose that I wrote for you.

All I have are my words,

My thoughts to give.

-EPS