A Story

I’m writing a story

I’m writing a lie

I’m writing to die

I’m getting real sad

I’m getting real bad

I’m getting through life

With a smile and a touch

Of your hand

A touch of your face

A kiss of your lips

And if I have to miss that kiss

You leave me. I’ll forget

Then I’ll be writing a story

Or maybe a lie

But most probably

I’ll be thinking of you

And wanting to die