Here's a string of words,
combined together to-
So simplistic yet so perplexing,
Something that can-
Some call it poetry.
I call it art.

What can I say?
I could spill my heart out.
I could tell you how your all I think about,
and how I can't imagine life without you.
I could tell you how the first time we met,
I couldn't breath.
I could tell how your the reason I wake up,
and so much more.
I could say all these things,
but where would I start?

Sound the trumpets.
Tell the criers to proclaim.
Call upon thunder and lightning.
Embrace the gentle rhythem your heart.

And to the shadows in the night.
Show them your passion and
they shall kneel in pain.

Now watch!
It shall happen tonight.
When the clock strikes 13,
the band shall play and
demonstrate their frustration.

And I shall laugh.
For i was the conductor,
of this event.
And the darkness will envelop the scene,
and it will be done.

How is it that love,
a single emotion,
can impact us the way it does.

It can bring out the best in people,
and also the worst.

Words can not describe it,
so I will not even try.

Tears.
They fall,
and crash against the floor.
And I watch,
wishing that i could take the pain away.
If I could, I would.
I would take the pain away.
So that you wouldn't cry,
and you wouldn't be sad.

You.
So much words,
to say.
I could say them all,
but that wouldn't,
even amount to,
the pulsating emotions,
flowing through me.

And I watch,
the stars fall,
and draw attention to them.
And here I stand,
just standing.

And I stand here,
waiting, just waiting.
Watching as the fans pass by,
single file with no space between.

Standing here,
paralyzed by your presence.
Watching and waiting,
for my chance.

Restless now,
and deciding to not wait anymore.
So I make the steps,
toward where you are.
And giving it my best,
try to sweep you off your feet.

So here it comes.
Walking breathelessly,
just loud enough,
to hear the rapid beat,
of your own heart.

What does it come down to?
When no is no,
and right is right?
Rearrange your vision so,
you can see throughout the night.

Walking confident now,
with the past behind you.
Tearing through remains,
of broken promises and dreams,
just loud enough,
to forget ideas of going back.