She said, "Write."

She said, "write."

A persistent dreamer,

sated in his angsty tunes.

Only if he knew life was such a schemer.

Drained in black light,

his pen, lost the fight.

Now he lives in antithesis.

The very pen that was his saviour,

reminded him, of his dreams being a failure.

Tired of the make-believe,

searching ways to find relieve.

One fine day, on yet another cleave,

I met a girl with strong beliefs.

She said, how could you lock the hole?

The one that connects to your very soul.

Her words rang true and bold,

so I grabbed a pen and poured my heart,

in the name of very girl who gave me a new start.