Do I bore you
When I read;
Read words I've written,
Ones I've discovered?
I listen to you words.
Words of passion on
Cars, cameras, music, your life.
My words are never really from my mouth.
That's not how I work.
Not how I speak.
I find my voice on paper.
I escape into a world I can create
One I wish you would enjoy
Love
Just give it a chance.
But I will not force it
Will not push it.
That simply isn't me.
I just can't do that.
I only wish you would see my passion
Is not in the objects you can touch
But in things you have to search for to truly see
The untold beauties of the soul
I wish you could see.