Her Paint, His Sword, My Lyrics

Her paint are my lyrics

Her artpiece my poem

His sword is his weapon

My lyrics bestowed upon them

 

My pen is my gun

The ink is my bullet

The paper my target

My hands control it

 

My thoughts are the idea

But my emotions the root

The words may seem unclear

Until I unveil the hidden truth

 

These words are now my arrows

Your eyes the bow

The path they travel is narrow

But they'll hit your heart by tomorrow

 

 

 

Reviews

[Evol]

This is exactly how I dream of writing. You've got talent I can only hope to match you in my greatest days. People like you should talk with a pen in there hands cause everyone would listen.