It *****.
to have a crush on someone.
And you know that you can't have him or her.
But you still have the butterflies when you hear their name.
And you look at them whenever you can hoping to see them looking too.
Yet you know that they will never feel the same way as you.
But as you look at that person you just know.
Maybe that's why it's a crush.
Yeah it *****.
A lot.

A functioning body
Sealing a hollow soul
Apathy created
Emotions she stole

Time to reveal
That memories gone lost
Bygone passion
Eluded at all cost

Lack of space
Aggrieving the heart
The condition demands
A solution apart

I'm a work of art, your protege.
You're my sculpture, my teacher.

I'm your troublemaker, your rebel.
You're my lover, my peacemaker.

I'm a poet, your songwriter.
You're my inspiration, my muse.

I'm a changer, a modifier of life.
You're my guide, my leader.

I was a hater, a freak.
You made me better,
An individual with a love for life and
A man of creativity.

You're the remover of hate,
And the replacer of love.

You saw me as I am,
As the person I was meant to be.
Piece by piece and step by step
You put back the parts of my broken self.

You didn't abandon me in need,
You didn't leave me when you saw the red flags,
You stayed,
You made me drop the anger and put up the surrender.

You took me in,
You loved me.
You made me see life in a way I never knew existed.

You love me now,
You'll love me always.
Forever till forever meets no end,
You're love knows no limits
And is meant to be eternal.