Scratch at the heart of night,
Wonder through yellow daffodils.
Pen meets paper, and the
Layer of perfect peach-stained
Lips meet in between.
Writing is a high,
My sultry pleasure.

Tear open the final letter,
Gravitate high and run.
Run and leave the past
To stagger in revelation.
Start a new hero's tale,
Walk down the linear trees
And start the college life,
To become the writer you
Know you want to read.