He was a writer
Words flowed from his fingertips
And spilled onto the paper
So naturally
He remembered the good times
He remembered the bad times
His mind wandered as he wrote
And in that he remembered who he was
She was a writer
Words bled from her heart
And stained her notepad
So aesthetically
She wanted to forget the good times
She wanted to forget the bad times
Her mind was a storm as she wrote
And she tried to forget who she was
The same song played in their head
"Some write to remember,
Some write to forget"
