If you break a writer's heart,

consider yourself lucky.

They'll write a hundred thousand words
to express you in their poetry.

If you crush their once bright hearts,
Look closer, you will see.
The world will read, their words would bleed
For that tragic memory.

If you break a writer's heart,
their works will be a melody
of their aching heart you tore apart;
Their wounds sing perfect harmony.

If you bring disaster in their worlds,
It'll storm in every sea
their skies would cry and will soon be dry
when their thoughts would be set free.

If you break a writer's heart,
a masterpiece, there will be.
Their crafted lines and painful rhymes
are beautiful effortlessly.

If you devastate and make them bleed,
You'll lose their art slowly.
With their thoughts set free, another love they'll see.
You're out of their story.

If you broke a writer's heart,
You can't boast of it, sorry.
You may once owned their heart but never their art.
You're the chaos, not the treasure-filled sea.

Now. If you broke a writer's heart,
consider yourself unlucky.
In their lines and words and past stories,
There, you would be buried.