singing my pain

this sad song is just a diluted poem

spilling on my kitchen floor
out of the pitcher i pour
my heart out for you
it splashes red like blood
in a wave of emotion it floods
toward the drain in stanazas
it flows together like a song

but its really just a diluted poem

its the sting in my veins
cuz now i know the pain
of being stabbed in the heart
this poems no work of art
but its the blood you spill
red like ink on your quill
as you write these words
in the form of a song

its a sad song, but i know its just a poem