poetry

Underneath your hands I become poetry Write me into your journals, Your songs Your life. Express your emotions though me, use me to express your burdens Use me as a stress reliever, something for you to take advantage of. I'm poetry to you, beautiful, thoughtful, easily manipulated. Erase me, scrap me and throw me out, but I'll live in your heart The unspoken story you refuse to write, refuse to let me live out. I'm poetry to you, and you're my writer But you forgot me in the notebook that was abandoned at school before the summer break, And that's where I'll stay.