the day i stop writing for you
is the day i stop drawing breath
it is the one thing for you i can do
i will write for you until the embrace of death

he sneers, gets mad, and leaves
he doesnt know the deep hurt i feel
every verse i write my heart it cleaves
my heart is unstable as ship without keel

the day i stop writing for you
is the day the world ends
even then the end would find me writing to
around me the world bends

allowing me to write my last verse
that no one would read except for me
no one would pick it up out of the dirt
except for you, knowing what i could be