The poetry in our heads are worth more
In a book than they are in bed

When something is right in front of you but you can't touch it because it would cause a catastrophe where even God would wince

I can't do this
All this
"hold it in"
"Wait until you know you know but even then"
this ******* that I can't stand
It's like ******* tearing wall paper off the walls in hopes of tearing a wall down
IT DOES ******* NOTHING YOUR STILL IN THE SAME PLACE YOU WERE WITHOUT DOING IT YOU MIGHT FEEL BETTER ABOUT YOURSELF BUT YOU'VE DONE ABSOLUTELY ******* NOTHING

I JUST WANT TO FEEL ****

Since I can't make you feel
I'll write this song instead
In hoping that you'll know
My love will not go dead
And yes,
my heart it burns within
(And) so I write you this song
That my words will make you feel
Although my heart could not
You'll feel it in your bones
But not within your heart
I'd lend my soul away
If not to feel this way
It's burning through my skin
I've got to keep it in

My heart has been ripped out at it's seams
Laid out on display like an old fossil

knowing it's importance but not caring long enough
This is the heart that is no more

The heart that is no more used to be filled with love, for itself and others
There was one that it loved very much
It gave itself up but was mistreated when it showed its all
It's love did not get how much the heart had for this one
How much compassion, how much pride, how much joy
But it's love only cared about what other people though of it
It was not okay with being content with itself
It was not okay with being loved