If you took all the books in the world
And stacked them up in a tower
It would still, be shorter than my desperation
I am a weakened flower

I search all the pages for answers
And I cannot find your face
I would tear the world apart
To put you in your rightful place

Next to me, inside my heart
To dance in my veins
Draw on the walls of your prison
And drown out all the names

Desperate times call for desperate measures
I ladled in to much worry and doubt
And my hopes would rise
I loaf around in search of a way out

Time is of the urgency
This clock ticks to fast, to slow
I crawl inside my mind
For it is the only place I know

I have no friends hidden in there
Yet am not completely alone
I can speak my own mind
Without worry to condone

Thoughts of mine drift past
As sharp as shards of glass
I think to grab them
But they cut their way past

A ****** hand sometimes
A ****** heart always
Hooks are not the answer
To put a fire in full blazes

My grasp, you so easily evade
Do I really seek to catch you
So desperate in my own ways
But you always seem to slip through

Strong am I? Never strong enough
Of all the lovers in the world
I have the worst of all the luck
To be drawn to you, with fingers unfurled

You dance to fast
And I sing much to slow
But you pull me tight
And I cannot let go

I search for you and find
To see your beautiful face
In the mirror next to mine
That is the best place

A morning good
A night less than bad
If this moment was
The best we ever had

It would be enough
It would have to suffice
Or be thrown to the wind
And scattered like rice

The wind can have it
My heart deserves better
I give it your worlds
Ever heartfelt letter

Desperate I am
And a child I was
But a girl knows better
Than to dance with love