Sometimes

Sometimes I write

and fill up the night

those stars know more than my soul 

I'd like to bake lies

to feed all the ties

that broke when I lost control 

Don't worry though eyes cause a burn

your flesh wont scar that I've learned

but if you come down 

on my heart turn around 

and run as sapphires flame to concern

I'm done ink is blotted

my thoughts are all knotted 

you cannot write what is young

and yet here I am a

pen in my hand the

stars wanting words never done