When Music Met Poetry Poem by Her Name Is Taylor

My tissues were strewn across the room,
I'm lonely, empty, faint, and blue

Smoking my sorrows with my shaky pen
trapped in the corner of the martyr's den

then i open my eyes and see you there,
now music notes are dancing everywhere

you see my need for a friend
together we try to make misery end

entwined together, we made harmony
a thin line we crossed between war and peace

now my words can sing, we are one
i'll take your hand, our journey's begun

united in love, now you're flying in me
this is the story of when Music met Poetry...