Rhymes

The most beautiful poems were written,

In the most painful times,

The atrocities that they hid,

Those beautiful, beautiful rhymes…

To love you was a sin,

Maybe my only crime,

The pain they carefully hid,

Those beautiful , beautiful rhymes…

I used to hurt and cut,

Fall eight times, get up nine,

Words escaped my bruised lips,

Those beautiful , beautiful rhymes…

Maybe you've forgotten me,

Left too far behind,

Return what belongs to me,

The heart you carry is mine…

So i gathered all my courage, 

Mumbled that i was fine,

Soaked my hands in blank ink,

And wrote those beautiful, beautiful rhymes.