I’m a killer of the unspoken
We never speak at dinner
Yet I speak thousands upon of thousands
Of words
In a head of silk
It plummets like bodies placed for burial
No one knows the me I want them to
As I hop out of bed
I cradle the joys of a wonderful love
Your beautiful strands of hair
Wrapped around my fingers
I’ve never been one for cliches
But a song is a song
And love is but of the purest emotion
So I find you in the sweetest parts of me
And I want to wrap you in the arms
Of an emotional boy
Before I lose my strength
I’m trying to write you
A man as clueless as me
But a man in love nonetheless