I want to write something
that will touch your soul
I want to write something,
To make you fall In love…
Maybe I will write about love
Or how I love him
Or how he makes my life,
a better story written on pink pages.
But I know nothing of love…
As good, as I know of anger
The fire of red and yellow,
coming from my stomach,
about something unjust and unbearable
or something truly imaginary.
Or maybe, maybe I will write
about helplessness, hopelessness,
and of that gloomy realization
Knowing my hands are tied and my mouth sealed
I have come to learn,
That I cannot write to touch your soul
For mine is caged behind the bars
Of responsibility and reality
