My lips might fall so short of words,
But My hands so long for words.
laying taps on my head,
To provoke foods for thought.
A kiss for a penny worth a pen.
Solace I breath,sinking in an ink pool.
How much speech can do right for me,
But Just a drop of ink and am alive.
A thousand Mics I would slain for just a paper,
Cause a paper would be starry mild than loud.
I could see through a day without any to say,
But my heart would not stop bleeding inks,
Yearning for a paper to fill.
I talk and forget the most,
I write to remember the least.
Never numb when I write,
Always dumb when I don't.
I am right to write.