I am so full,
Little laughs burst out of my mouth
And skips hop from my feet
Twinkles sparkle out of my eye
And happy sighs
I am so full
Kisses escape my lips
And loving words tumble out
My lungs contain shouts
Of excitement.
I am so full
I’m fat with love
For you.

The right person, the wrong time
              The right script, the wrong line
The right poem, the wrong rhyme
        
        And a piece of you,
                That was never mine.

I know it's too late to move
I know it's too late to express
I know I can't have the chance I need
I know you won't notice me.

I don't believe in hope,
Hope is only a feeling of expectation,
A desire for a certain thing to happen,
If hoping too high,
I'll crumble easily towards failure.

I don't even need sympathy,
Because there will be no desire,
Love aren't remarkable if based on pity.

For me,
All I need is chance,
Chance to earn your faith,
Chance to build up trust,
Chance to know you better,
Chance to grow older together.

Just give me chance to love you better again,
Give me chance to build up the spark and desire again,
To give all my love to you forever.

Give me chance my dear
Give me chance to enter your life again,
Give me chance to win your heart again,
Give me chance to fulfill your dreams,
Where I'll be the king and you'll be the queen.

for you I’d wait
everyday, my darkest haze
and for you, I’d sway
I’d dodge the loudest fate
I would forever sing
songs for you and I

feet stumbled creating melodies
hands injured writing stories
but nothing ever made you stay
so I’d dance, for me and I

i used to think that you were an angel
until you proved that a murderer just thinks that love is greater than all
what a hypocrite he is
a walking mistake you are

but you were hell of a ride
with those brown eyes
and messy hair
you were the universe

too big, huge trouble right?
‘cuz i use to think we’re a match made in heaven
but we’re all sorts of complications
like how you reign me in your heart

is that even fair?
that i’m so in love and
you’re here playing the tables
calling off the bets

you know i was not a romantic
but you bring out the best bad in me
and sometimes
you give my hands something to write
and my eyes to cry

you were as bad and as good
and i know that’s chaos
trippling in the tip of my fingers

and i hope t’was the end of pain
but it was not
it was just a denial
to the hunger of love