Heart In A Knot. (Nevershoutnever Found Poem.)
by Maya Vulgarity.
You make me happy,
whether you know it or not.
It's hard to conceive,
That someone like you,
Could be with someone like me.

You see,
This is such a sad place,
And without your pretty face,
I'm sure it's going to wind up worse.
It's been one hell of a year in my own shoes.

I'm running my mouth just like I got you,
But I surely don't.
Because you're so far away,
And I'm here.
And I just wait for you.

I love to hear that voice,
And honestly I'm left with no choice.
Because you're so far away,
And I'm here, watching the days
Pass as I wait.

I've been waiting my whole life
For someone like you.
I mean, ****, what's not to adore?
I've been searching for a girl that's just like you.
Someone who is you.

Everything you do is super ******* cute,
Super duper cute.
I know for sure that you are beautiful.
You're everything I want and more,
Everything I want to adore.

I'm terribly convinced,
That you could be my lover,
Because you had me at first glance.
I've been wanting to know what is love
And I can't stand it.

I'm happy knowing that you are mine,
'Cause I'm overly attracted,
And terribly convinced,
That you could be my princess,
And I could somewhat be a prince.

Who do you think you are,
To go and steal my heart
Just the way you do?
I'm an addict.
I'm addicted to you, girl.

Are you out of my league?
I text so late at your night,
I swear, you're going mad,
But you've got my heart tied in a knot,
And my stomach in a whirl.

Did it hurt when
You fell from heaven?
I'm so happy knowing
That you are the one that I want
For the rest of my days.

Let's sell all our ****,
And run away to sail
The ocean blue.
Then you'll know that
My heart is true.

I had the weirdest dream
That you and I drove up the darkest streets.
Passing through the city lights,
Birth of a kiss that will not die.
Your heart is true.

So this one goes out to the ones
That fall in love.
And to the girl
That filled my dark.
She's got my heart tied in a knot.

I wanted
to write you
a love poem;
but I couldn't
think of any
cliches.

I want to
say that your
eyes were
the colour
of oceans
or sea glass
or- or-
sunshine
going through
a glass of
whiskey

Something pretty
something beautiful
something to
make you
feel loved

But that
was when
I realized
your eyes
are not beautiful
for their colour
or shape;
they are magnificent
because
they
are
yours.

So here
is your love poem
and I'm sorry
it's short
but I've
run out
of words
because the inventor
of this tongue
could not
perceive
you.