If Only My Pen Could Speak
If only my pen could speak
she would curse me to death
for I merely used her to bleed
the words my lips couldn't say
If only my pen could move
she would oppose my misery;
she'd hit me the way she should
to wake me up from this lunacy
If only my pen could walk
she would turn her back and leave
for I to finally use my lips to talk
begging the world to stay with me
If only my pen could speak it would surely hate me
for writing for someone who would never even read
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He Who Cried Words
PoesíaYou made my eyes cry but never of tears. You stabbed my chest but it never made me bleed. When you broke me apart, you just gave life to an art. When you broke my heart, you only fueled me to write. -E. Pleuvoir Cover made with canva
