I'm a line in a song

Blacker than ink,

On the whitest paper

Five or six words,

Not even long

I know I'm just

A line in your song

Erase me my poet

Rewrite me later

I promise I

Will fit in better

I don't know if it's

Right or wrong

I know I'm just

A line in your song

But sometimes at nights

When you're feeling lonely

You bring me to life

Breathing me slowly

You hold your guitar

I lay in the drawer,

And hear you play me.