For years I sat at my desk, br writing words no one wanted to hear. br Wasted works of love, br with each page overflowing br with sunshine and pain. br They made a lovely bonfire, br to keep me warm when winter came. br The flames licked at every word, br that my pen had written. br When fire was finished br I dug a hole, and put the ashes in. br Finally covering them with earth, br buried those wasted works within.