I've kept silent for so long
That I've forgotten how to write a song
A song of sweet and touching words
That will be remembered when heard
But these words of mine are not sweet
They are messy heaps of wet ink
Emotions I have finally let go
And with the wet ink and teardrops they flow
I tried to shut them up inside
To ignore them and go on with my life
Thinking it was not worth to write
For people who seek joy and delight
But now I have realized
That all the words I love to write
Are sadly not for you, but I
My psychology, my passion and my love to write