Give me a line,
and I’ll write a poem for you.
Give me a tune,
and I’ll hum a song for you.
I’ll make do with every little things you give me
I’ll hold on to the memories that could have probably made a beautiful story.
If you must know; as though it’s not obvious enough –
I’m no poet, I’m not one with words.
I just write what I think I feel.
What is it with feelings that makes our mind choked up with words
Jam our brain and twist our hearts –
Like nicotine blocking the arteries; disallowing blood to enter the heart –
I know these words have been dying to get out
They want you to know what this is all about.
And I can’t help but find myself asking this question:
Who would ever have the heart to hurt someone so beautiful like you?
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 9:48 AM UTC
Give me a line,
and I’ll write a poem for you.
Give me a tune,
and I’ll hum a song for you.
I’ll make do with every little things you give me
I’ll hold on to the memories that could have probably made a beautiful story.
If you must know; as though it’s not obvious enough –
I’m no poet, I’m not one with words.
I just write what I think I feel.
What is it with feelings that makes our mind choked up with words
Jam our brain and twist our hearts –
Like nicotine blocking the arteries; disallowing blood to enter the heart –
I know these words have been dying to get out
They want you to know what this is all about.
And I can’t help but find myself asking this question:
Who would ever have the heart to hurt someone so beautiful like you?
