She always cold, so I have to stand so close
Trying to warm her with my breath
She rests her head on my chest, and clears her throat
Saying something like I don't love her enough
Some people she knows say I don't hug her enough
That I'm rough
You know I'd never lay a hand
But my words are sharp
They may not leave marks
But they make her see stars
So I want to raise the bar
Trying to come up with something from the heart
But I don't know where to start
Let me try my hand at this poetry ****
Playing with words maybe it'll go like this:

The way you step
Weaves tapestries of brighter days
Smoothing life's wrinkles on my mind with soft hands
Leaving sugar feathers on my tongue

...But that doesn't sound right, dies it?
I know it's kinda cheesy
She deserves better, believe me
It's what I'm trying to be
Trying to articulate feelings
While staring at ceilings, I'm reeling
Thinking if smiles and tears
Trying to stem the bleeding
Life leaving me flowing to the supreme being of us
I'm starting to become more than enough
Let me take another stab at this poetry ****
Playing with word maybe it'll go like this:

Her life stains my brain
Like red red wine
On a white wedding dress
Under an orange moon
On a purple November night
I can see her face in my breath mist
And that's why I love the cold

What about that one?
Not half bad, "B-" at best
But to be honest, Brian, that **** doesn't impress
Anybody but you
I tried walking in other shoes
But vans fit too good
Hell, what else can I do?
I've got songs for the people
but this one's for me and you

You see through me