I've placed my thoughts
To pen and paper
And each time
Incoherent nonsense
Stains it
Why is it that whenever
I try to invoke your name
And the emotions you spring
I am left gasping
And grasping
At the wrong words?
Why is it that whenever
I imagine serenity
I see you
Your lips my focus
Your gaze enticing
Both of us on our knees
With heart shaped keys
To our own tranquillity
It's meant to be
I know it
The ink in my pen
Has dried
But my mouth will have to do
What I'm trying to say
Is taboo
But I must say it
Now and not the next day
You are the most stunning of stars
In a desolate world
And I am truly honoured
To be part of yours
So I give you a piece of my essence
And hope to mix it with your own
Jesus, all I'm trying to say
Is that I love you...
Now what do we do?
Dec 29, 2018
Dec 29, 2018 at 9:47 PM UTC
I've placed my thoughts
To pen and paper
And each time
Incoherent nonsense
Stains it
Why is it that whenever
I try to invoke your name
And the emotions you spring
I am left gasping
And grasping
At the wrong words?
Why is it that whenever
I imagine serenity
I see you
Your lips my focus
Your gaze enticing
Both of us on our knees
With heart shaped keys
To our own tranquillity
It's meant to be
I know it
The ink in my pen
Has dried
But my mouth will have to do
What I'm trying to say
Is taboo
But I must say it
Now and not the next day
You are the most stunning of stars
In a desolate world
And I am truly honoured
To be part of yours
So I give you a piece of my essence
And hope to mix it with your own
Jesus, all I'm trying to say
Is that I love you...
Now what do we do?
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