I write about pain, I weave words and describe sorrow
Yours and mine. I carry the burden of words and you carry the burden itself.
It’s not mine alone, you are along, riding the wave.
Together, I say, what plagues our hearts in distress
My story and yours, it’s one poem long, with twists and turns and some heart burns
We look at our own sides of the coin and wish for the other to hold
But there is no coin, there is no me and there is no you
No comfort, no relief from the pain so I write about pain, yours and mine.
To connect together, and find what we can call divine.