I can’t sing

Or dance

Or play the drums

But I can write

I’ll write till there’s blood on the pages

Tears in my eyes

Pencil is broken

Shaking in my sighs

There’s no paper left

I’ll write about you more

On the walls

On the windows

Even on the floors

When you think I’m all done

I still have more to say

I don’t have a way to put it

Know that I love you this way