I filled the sky with my love and words
Looked at the pieces that became shards
There is a beat and a tune to go along with
Every poem that I write to you I wish

I have delivered thousands upon thousands
Of these wispy words flying high above the sands
Only hearing the convictions of every criticism
And it hurts to breathe even under hypnotism

Shadowy figures plague my mind
Puts me in quite the bind
Between a rock and a hard place
I am tortured by every evil I face

I do this for you to recompense
Adhering to the sacrificial offering of pence
Still bleeding profusely before you, dying
Only hoping for some hearts widening