“I put verbs in my sentences and i get to the bottom line”
Don't make me paraphrase, i wish that you were mine,
You make metaphors about dying, so don't tell me that your fine
You write me like your synonyms, i put you in the rhyme.
There's structure to a sentence where do you draw the line,
you stood as a paragraph, that no one can refine,
As a book with unknown authors and an unfinished storyline
Could you write me in with you, a chapter where we dine?
You are the essay paper i am hesitant to assign.
Im protective of your topic, theme, pages, and book and spine.

My heart was once locked, but you are the Key.
Like i have the bill and you are the Fee.
You write how you want to sit under the Tree
And that your heart feels like its lost at Sea.
When you write about love why don’t you write about me?