I didn't use to believe it
But now I do
Mutual love will occur
If its pure and true
One can't force what just won't happen
Only pray for the best
Dream up the possibilities
If you fall in love, I hope for you
That the one you feel for
Falls quickly for you too
If not, fear not
Time will let you know
If its okay to wait, or time to let the love go
A sad thing, love lost
But better a sound mind and broken heart
Than a heart holding on to love lost

To tell you in words how I feel towards you is nearly impossible
In the simplest of words,
My chest pounds, for me heart awakens
My eyes fall low, for my face grows soft
Its as if my girlish innocence has come alive
And I grow timid, shy, vulnerable, femme gentille
A smile forms, quite naturally
My thoughts are clouded, foggy
Drifting every which way
I can never say enough, or the right words
But all of your words are right
If only you thought these things too
If only you knew these words were to you
A sweet sort of limerence
The strongest I've known
So hard to forget you
Though I don't want to
These emotions, these awakenings
What to do with myself
All questions seeking answer
And you aren't the one to provide it
Perhaps I'll never know why you of all souls walking this Earth
But I care not, for I care for you

Ladies and gents
An execution
Tick tick goes the laborious clock
And poor old nick waits in sick anticipation
Hear the sound
The blade drops down
Slicing through the skin and bone
Dead, correct ?
False
What tends to end clean doesn't
Poor old Nick, beheaded, yet coherent
Laughing, torment, cheering, he hears it
Pain burning
Blood boiling as if pouring from the gates of hell
Descended from Satan's veins
This excruciating pain, reaching a ******
Yelling, burning, crying, burning
A tear rolls down
The crowd does down
The town resumes
Poor old nick
A dead, miserable man
What a way to go.

Give a little kiss
A little touch
Even your kind words are enough
Hear me out
Let my breathy, light words touch your soul
Lean in close, really feel me
I'd let you near
If only you wanted me

Look at my poor heart
It's not quite broken yet
It's simply aching

My eyes are big and brown
Though he does not like them
For they don't sparkle in the light the way others' do
My face is warm and sweet, comforting
But he doesn't care
For all he'd like to do is stare at her longingly
It could be those things, my lips, my smile, my hands, my touch
Whatever it be
These are the things I cannot change
The things he wouldn't change
Simply because they belong not to her, but to me
Poor, lonely, misfortune me

My heart is literally crying
No longer does it race with anticipation
Now it's just a throbbing, sad thump
Lub dub
Lub dub
If I could cry I would
My heart is literally crying