Love Letter

Last time I felt this I was in the same spot
Staring at the books on the floor
Holding off on things I knew I had to do
Though I would rather make my way out the door
Couldn’t swallow couldn’t think
Sure destruction on the brink
For the second time I fall to the floor

Writers don’t get enough credit
For words exposed and strong
Pencil touching paper
Can be forgotten or can set off a bomb

I’m still staring at this blank page
Another crumpled sheet of spotless paper
I’ve got too many feelings and just enough words
But not enough courage to say them
I’m staring at a blank blank wall
In a blank blank room
But I can’t blank my mind
My bleeding heart knows the truth
I’m staring at this blank page
My love letter to you

Last time I thought of writing this I was eighteen
I’m just nineteen, but does it really matter?
An almost different person gave her heart away
To a boy who sent it back all shattered
Now the cracks cannot be seen
But I’m still yearning to bleed
Now a brand new love can make me stagger

Artists don’t get enough credit
Even though art can’t be wrong
Pencil touching paper
Can be forgotten or can set off a bomb

I’m still staring at this blank page
Another crumpled sheet of spotless paper
I’ve got too many feelings and just enough words
But not enough courage to say them
I’m staring at a blank blank wall
In a blank blank room
But I can’t blank my mind
My bleeding heart knows the truth
I’m staring at this blank page
My love letter to you

Have I become older?
Have I become wiser?
Some things just don’t translate well to words
I know love can seem harmless
But fate is truly heartless
I think my love could break our whole world

The page is blank
I think it should stay that way
But every now and then
I have the urge to say

I’m still staring at this blank page
Another crumpled sheet of spotless paper
I’ve got too many feelings and just enough words
But not enough courage to say them
I’m staring at a blank blank wall
In a blank blank room
But I can’t blank my mind
My bleeding heart knows the truth
I’m staring at this blank page
My love letter to you

To tell you would break us whole
‘Cause I know just what you’d do
So keeping the secret safe
Is my love letter to you.

I can imagine this as like a folk song with acoustic guitar....Am i close? it's good. I'm not really a song writer and don't have the whole cadence but would want to pump up a couple of things just to give it a little more of an edge....

4th line, 'Though I would rather run for the door'

'Last time I thought of writing this I was....
I'm just.....'
Need to be a little less direct there, like the 2nd line could just say 'A year later does it really matter?'

'An almost different person'.....I like that, it almost draws some visuals

and idk......I keep thinking about switching the words 'crumpled' and 'spotless'?.....
'Another spotless sheet of crumpled paper'
.....not sure though, it's just an idea.

Don't mean to just be critical, you write well and i enjoyed reading this

Nono! I actually really appreciate the critique! Love the change to the 4th line, thank you for that.

I'll keep the other two changes in mind. The second line of the second verse was intended to be direct, but I see where you're coming from and I'm considering the change. And the change you made to "crumpled paper" line certainly gives it a better flow, but doesn't make as much sense, so I'll have to think about which is more important to me.

You've given me lots of great options to work with and some new ideas. Thanks so much for the feedback!

And as for the genre of the song, I was actually going for pop with a little bit of a rock vibe, but I think it would also translate well to something more acoustic.

That's totally fine about my comments, it's your creation and believe me I'm the same way about everything that I write

One of my favorite songwriters (Emma Hewitt) is mainly EDM but many of her songs sound just as good or sometimes better in acoustic version. She does a lot of that, just her and a guitarist and I love everything that she does, either way.

After I read 'Own Worst Enemy' I wished that I had read that one first, because it clearly showed that you really know what you're doing

Wow thanks that means a lot! I used to try to write music and the lyrics were always really wishy-washy and cliché and I didn't feel very confident about it. I just started to write again and I've tried to change my voice (my voice as a lyricist, not a singer!) so I'm glad that it's working

Writers don’t get enough credit
For words exposed and strong
Pencil touching paper
Can be forgotten or can set off a bomb

I'll give you credit right now. These are strong words!

Thanks Jim!