The Confession

If I was lyricist I'd write a song About how my hands Are afraid of writing Love poems about you Because of the pain They can sense From your love Your capability cracks them Every time I think of you And try to walk on these stanzas I burst into tears It's like I'm a chef Who likes the flavor of onions Cause every time he slices one It gets straight into his eyes And have him express his love for it In the form endurance And his feelings for it In tears