Why To Write Poem by The Black Rose

I take my solice in words,
each one a tear that no one will ever see,
my heart stretchs and shrinks,
but youd never hear from me,

Each time my tone drops,
or a smiles lost upon my face,
i turn to words,
so my grief cant leave a trace,

When i write it all seems so simple,
the world,
you,
and me,

My problems seem so small,
they pass with the next day,
untill i stop.

And the words cant last me out the day