Written In Elegant Script

press down on the paper
leave the indent with care
I'll know it was your handwriting
I'll know that you were there

It's such a simple subject
it can't be left unsaid
but then why would I rather keep quiet
and just lay here in my bed

The stitches came undone
and the book has now been burned
I'm crying over nothing
for northing's all I've learned

Words to pen
and pen to paper
you know I'd be lying
if I said I'd write later