is a song a song if it’s not sung

what to sing

what to coo

just to get on

through to you

what to write

what to light

into fire

to delight

what to say

not to say

to let you in

to have your way

what to say

what to hide

some truths

must forever be denied

what am i?

what are you?

for whom I write

these words so blue?

is what i write

a part of me

or is this all just

make believe

is the lust

is the hate

my true feelings

are betrayed?

why do i share

why do i care

if you are here

and are not there

get through to you?

do i even care?

i would still write on

if you were not here

these words will live

when i am dead

even if these books here

are never read

i am what i write

and then i’m not

i am an innocent

and then maybe not