If she wanted a song
I would write till my fingers bled
until not a word was left unsaid
words so sweet a smile spread
and she swore we’re destined to wed

I’d hit the ground the running
I’d use all my heart and cunning
to have a shot at one thing
to have a shot at something

if she wanted a poem
I’d write book upon stacked book
about how with one single look
the entire earth beneath me shook
and my hapless heart she took

I’d hit the ground the running
I’d use all my heart and cunning
to have a shot at one thing
to have a shot at something

One thing
the one thing to which I still aspire
Something
worthy of all my love and desire
one thing
that I’m still stuck dreaming of
something
that thing called being in love

I’d hit the ground the running
I’d use all my heart and cunning
to have a shot at one thing
to have a shot at something

The words never connect in the way they were sent
the phrases never heard the way they were meant
the words always jumble and congeal
till the have lost all utterance of appeal

but still I will send each one.
hoping my trespasses might be undone
praying that they might be fully heard
For every emotion I present you a word

with each letter and every poem
I take a step closer to home
trust every promise to be true.
Like me, they were made for you.

You’re but a wounded sparrow
falling swiftly toward the earth
but the world averts their gaze
for they know not of your worth

but I know better then absent eyes
for this sparrow was once my love
the one that I had set to make mine
this one now falling from above

I wish I could clutch you close
but I haven’t the hold nor hands
just these talons short and sharp
they can never carry out my commands

I will do the only thing I can fare
I will do my best to ease this blow
I’ll swoop underneath your carriage,
flap my wings as fast as they’ll go

Holding hands never felt so grand
with all the others that plague this earth
you’re the only who can understand
like we were predestined for this at birth

your eyes sparkle like fire flies
floating straight into my ready chest
I need not meet any other girls
for I know that you are already best

I’d take your hand, your heart
any piece of you that you might allow
I need you forever and always
I need you this minute, I need you now

I am but a message in a bottle
floating listlessly in the ocean
I feel like a voice on the wind
no substance, purely emotion

waiting to wash upon shore
hoping some one will find me
and care to uncork my mind
pull out my innards and unwind me

read my message word for word
like these feelings were their own
for them to pick me up gently
hold me close and take me home