I talk in stanzas and verse
Some might say it’s a curse
Others will say it’s a blessing
Even though what I say is depressing
I can’t help my lyrical spiel
It just happens to be what I feel
I don’t mind if it makes you sad
Just as long as you can’t say it’s bad
Cause’ you know what I write is great
You tried but you lost that debate
These words and rhymes are true
No one knows this better than you
Secretly by your night light
You read everything I write
You memorise my every verse
Making your secret addiction worse
Don’t try and blame it on me
I wasn’t the one who made you see
That this is all more than just
Some stupid writings about love and lust
I’m glad you were able to open your eyes and see
That this could work for me
That I could live off this
That it was worth the risk.
29th June 2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem