Wish you could see what I see
I promise there's no mystery
To my smile, to my laugh
When I write out a draft
Of words that don't seem enough

My hand across guitar strings
Not a girl who can sing
But I'd like nothing more
Than to belt out I'm yours
And hope you'd like a duet

But I don't know why, oh why
When I look in your eyes
I'd crumple up the note
At the same time I'd hope
You'd see past this shell of mine

'cause these feelings are genuine

She tosses words out

Like old unwanted clothes

Seeking out perfection

Amidst uninspiring prose

To dig up the right diction

That will warmly wrap up your heart

And return the kindly favour

She owes poets lands and lives apart

Pondering all the what if's

Wondering what could be it

To keep me up with the stars

Few now share this hour of ours

Mind flipping through everything

Kindly the nightingales sing

Don't drink tea in the evening

Won't need birds intervening