Even if my words are scratched out on paper,
My thoughts forgotten,
My ideas erased or deleted.

They will never be missed,
For they will find their way to my lips,
And then to your ears,
And they will stay forever in your heart.

But if not, they will be a cherished memory
Of how I knew in this life,
That I loved with such words.
They will be an iron clad reverie.