A Writer’s Guilty Pleasure!
It’s okay if you have to leave too
I have had my share of poems with you
No my heart didn’t break let me say
A big part of me never wanted you to stay
You see, It turns me on as it all falls apart
I have a fetish for beginning from the start
That’s the clumsy thing that we writers do
We ll make, break,crush or die, for a verse or two!
You ll want and not fall for another one like us
Like you can tell us from bloody hands and desk dust?
It’s almost over and this is how it is
We are writers and heartbreaks are our bliss