I found that i could not write about you
It's not that there are no words to describe what you are
It's not a problem with words
It's a problem with feelings
How do k write without feelings?
No matter how much i have delved into my brain or how much effort i put into it i could not muster up anything about you that could light up a fire in me
And that's a problem
Because i cannot write about you
And if i cannot write about you
That means i don't love you

(E.G)

1.** I have loved you since November, I've tried to stop, I can't.
2. I have never met a person like you, a person that can make me feel in slow motion. A person that can embody art, you are like watercolor sunsets and the smell of daisies.
3. I can't help but blush and smile and act like a bubbly schoolgirl on a Friday.
I can't help but get lost in your clothes, your hair, your laugh, your smile, your smell.
I know, I know it's mad, but I've found that I just get lost in you.
4. I remember when we were talking about you and your life and you asked me about mine. I really wanted to hold your hand, I didn't. I remember when we talked about aesthetics in class and I thought of you, because I find you so lovely. I remember talking about space and feelings and how you felt like an alien; I said I felt the same.
5. I remember seeing you and being immediately captivated, I remember sharing feelings and feeling so understood. I will always remember the comfort I feel when I'm around you. I may be alien, I may be foreign, I may be unidentified, but I have the universe to come home to. I have you to romanticize and use fancy words with, I remember when you said I was out of this world, the illest. I corrected you with, "If I am, then so are you, we're etherealists."

how long should i dearly hold you in my heart
tell me, how long should i keep you a secret in my heart
there's this thing i have for you
tell me, tell me, how long, how long.
i can't remember exactly when this started
neither do i know how long it's gona continue
i have lost track of time now, that's how long it's been.
how long are you going to keep me a dreamer
it was interesting for awhile, but now it's just.......
i don't have a word for it.
just forever waiting for a never rising sun.
i guess this must be the love i heard of while i was still innocent
my imaginations weren't enough,
that you began to be my daily guest in my wonderful dreams.
how many times are you planning to let me fall
my heart only race for you, it had never gave up.
i wake up to find courage everyday,
to look for where your heart lies.
even when i don't want to, my heart keep a place for you.
there's this thing i have for you.
tell me, tell me, how long, how long.
can you help me find a way?
can we find a way together?
if this fate slips by, i wonder if you will know,
that my heart once belonged to you.
i see many stars in the sky,
but i can still easily spot which one is you.
how long are you planning to keep me a dreamer?
yes, yes i appreciate your presents,
but it's just the gap between that bothers me.

Superheroes don't cry
They're not famous
They do not fly

Instead superheroes weep

They walk like you and I
But have a heart that bounds and leaps

Superheroes are the everyday stranger
The dust that stays loyal to abandon houses
The drops of water in a desert

I wish somebody could see that I'm drowning inside my own mind.
I wish somebody would throw me a life ring and pull me back to sanity.

Fog does not crawl
Like people do
He doesn't beg on hand and knee

Fog does not conceal
What is looming there
He just let's it disappear

Fog does not revive
The demons and the dead
He just pulls them from your head