Tell me how do I love you? I need to know how to breakthrough I wish that I could speak your language
I continually chase after the things I could never have Facing all the fears I never grab I sit back and rehearse my lines But yet failed to see the signs, someone was eyeing you first Yet I still jump in head first.
I can feel my world unfolding Now tell me if your pretty heart is worth holding I know you can hear me just please say I'm your dearie If our hearts could be syncopated, then I might finally be vindicated Just let me follow your stars tonight.
A short poem about the narrator failing to connect