I write as I cry, and the words fall from their lines. They tumble, as bricks from the sky, and I cry evermore. This vision of love fails with my words and I cry: I love you; I love you, but the words scatter from the page and fall lonely to the floor. Those little black letters that once told a story now cover the earth in meaningless prose. I cry but you don’t hear me. My words are broken, my love is torn, my tears drown my words, my story never told.
