Pretty Things

Quite the truth eh? 
You write beautifully when you're in love as well as during a heartbreak.



I write of what I ought to feel, 
When he first left me to let alone, heal. 

I turned him into a work of art, 
Of words from the heart I can no longer guard. 

And if he ever ask and wonder why? 
Words are pretty things I replace for a cry. 

While these words made people call him mean, 
But hey, pretty things deserve to make a scene.