Words like the sun, blistering my skin. I can write anything I want,
I am the owner of these thoughts, and holder of this pen, but to
Whom does the words relate, releasing a hidden passion but only by
For this I suffer, for this I prevaricate my love. All it is, is feelings
And words, from which I grasp your soul and take a tug. So I say this as
serious as I can be,
I can write anything I want, but does it mean anything?