There she goes into my words without prose. I cannot continually write about my sweet dream-rose, Who will never know, How I feel about her. My missing words all a blur. Hidden beneath my fears, so never heard, so hard to speak, Of needful things, because I have no belief in me, to believe in.
I am not the important one; She is yet to hear my song bird singing only for her. Her songs, the endless rivers hum; I never braved the rejection of what I truly want. Love is all I want from her, but she is fading from view, Because of my lack of nerves. No bottle, just desire, Walking away alone, never to return.
A single entity to be passionate about And I can never let my words out, Because all I think is never said aloud. I would if I could, but I don’t know how.
The words of romance are unknown to me; The words of love are a mystery. The right thing to say is all that I need, But my foot in my mouth ruins everything.
I cannot hope because nothing is good. I cannot stop thinking; I wish that I could, But still I have fire running through my blood, So passionate about her, but so stuck in the mud, That is my mind; it has no sign, of ever showing me, How to become the person I am on the inside.
Everyone has opinions of my image. Nobody can see what I imagine in my mind. Everyone thinks I don’t try to improve my finish, But this is the only ending that I can write…