I carved your name in the stars, but the dawn stole their light. I whispered your name to the moon, but it faded into the night. So I etched your name in my soul, where time cannot erase, A love so deep, eternal, in its quiet, sacred place.
Why do I cower behind this pen Ducking behind expression in the form of comfort No problems solved People less wronged Just words on a page And yet here I am Pen in hand