I don't write to forget my problems nor to pretend that all stars are glistening for me I write to let you know that you too can break free from the ugliest things that dominate you within your head.
Oh poetry my dear, sweet poetry my only solace will you speak to me? Do you need me, As I need you? The words stick clinging like glue, and though they call me a poet I am nothing without you Oh poetry My dear poetry, Will you save me once more?