I keep writing it because of the beauty

Come by and see me, I'm a love letter away.
I don't care if you think I'm eager to shut your eyes.
Steady your ears and read my lips. Poetry is not a luxury.
You said you'd never really live until your back's against the wall.

I'd break the law once every week to feel your touch,
what's a book to you in bed?
Do you feel better? Older?
This just makes me ill, your name is dripping from my pen.