Beautiful the rest of my words,
Touching and scarring,
I know I can go far,
Because as they're spoken,
It is not just my tears rolling down.
You say I should publish it.
You cry and scream for more,
And if I choose not to protect it,
What would you say,
If I never signed my name to it,
You wouldn't dare do it for me would you,
I have scribbles on the wall that are unprotected,
Take your name and sign it to it,
I'm sure it a good thing to do,
But are you sure you've done it before someone else?
Oh wait I already know they have,
You see I am a poet with no sound,
Not even one simply because
Someone else has already signed thier name.