I cant make you love me,
to kiss a thousand roses and they are all fake
just to last a decade,
just to last a century,
just to last a life time
but id, rather be the real one...
the petals would touch your lips and crisp into thin air
leaving a pure soft sensual touch that leave you breathless but...
the thing is... at least you will remember it,
yet i cant make you love me
feel this,
it skip beats through my chest when you are near it
like an elephant stomping into the grasslands of Africa
feeding his face with water becuase he is thirsty
just like you, you are something i need
yet i cant make you love me
the need for you is unbearable to take
an ineffable thought i want to break
so i can explain what you make me feel
passing all things unreal
but when reality kicks in
i still cant make you love me
is it so hard to want to love
because when pain kicks in i will still hang tough
i care too much...
but i can love you and every bit of you if you would let me
but my stupidity fell over me when he said the truth well:
how can i love you when you can't love yourself?