Tonight I will write a poem.
Trying to explain of a love that God created.
I will put words down that will make you smile.
Speaking of beauty in a way that will make you laugh
Because you have been there in that moment.
I will tell of sweet feelings of passion,
And you will see it as if it was your own words.
Well...these words are not mine...so take them.
Tomorrow morning I will add more to the poem.
A touch of erotic love and sediments of happiness.
Then a little bit of emotion, in which I will begin to stir.
Slowly I will change towards tragedy.
You will question me for bringing the tempo to depression.
But you knew that it was going to happen...
Something deep inside told you so
Well...these words are not mine...so take them.
When the poem is done.
I will begin to put away my supplies.
There will be a tear stained notebook,
And a pen that has ran out of ink.
A heart that has a hole right through it.
And the bottle of whiskey I thought could fill it.
At the bottom of the poem is a dedication to you.
Well...these words are not mine...so take them.
