A Writer's Misprint.!

A song of its own, you took every lyric from my palm.

The way I held you gave a release through my finger tips.

I waved you.!

Repeatedly you place down my hand, giving tones of expressions to my cries.

Sorrow laid strips of burdens in a song.

Dazing in a self, every chorus listened me.

Listing what silence I couldn't make place.

A misbeat of rhythm, the stress of my bones place strain in works; I wrote the you you never were.

The us that never was a signing.!

Mental paralysis, nerve functions failed to comply.

I didn't know how to make rule to a lie.

Forging errors in a print, kisses corrected black lines forming detail.

I felt the lost of our two beats.!

Scripting of you, I shredded the mate tears washed lines down.

I couldn't read you.

I couldn't love you.

I couldn't feel you.

I could only lay thought in files of my memory.

Reminding me of the break that promoted me.!