Because of him I've come to know what love is truly like And it's not the way I've written it Love is painful Love is insecure Love is questioning
I've always written that Love was healing Love was confidence Love was knowing
While sometimes it may be all those things, it alternates Love is bittersweet Love is longing Love is searching
Now that I know love, I've come to understand it even less Love is having constant questions and having the answers just out of sight Love is wanting to hold someone and them being just out of your reach Love is desiring the sweetness in a romantic ballad while the sound is deafening
It is both everything I can't live without and everything I wish I could
everybody was cheering for you and me we were voted after all of those waiting i have done do you see that I am Devoted? because of you I made myself a writer you given me light on my darkness you are my precious igniter until now I'm still Inspired because you are admired you are not required to give back what i just gave just watch me until our love transpired love is truly a leap of faith i know it might end up becoming a wraith and goes to a bad abruptness but i will avoid those shortness, because of you i Accomplished one of my goals in my life to fulfill what I promised that i can wait for you and I think it's polished so listen to my golden words, let my silver ballads sink in and let my lovely sonnets abide you, because you are my Necessity of my prosperity, you are my love that is Easygoing that is always outgoing i am thankful i met a woman like you that motivated me for my growing.
And thats it that is what I wanted to give you but you are being distant so please hear me out okay? Listen okay and let it sink in that I'm thankful for you.
you stick your head out of the window to look at the stars. star gazing. star tripping. come down from space ! get your head out of the cosmic cloud you claim is "love" (!!!) do you not understand ? you’ve become a black hole devouring me like i am easily replaced. you crave the attention of other planets, never satisfied with my atmosphere. but i would give you the entire solar system if i could. you wouldn’t take it from me. you would take it from HIM. you stick your head out of the window to look at the stars. i never knew the stars had their own agenda in mind. i never knew the stars could be so selfish.
Ballads R-U the nourishment Like the Bella baby greens Tossing your salad like The artwork deviant Like the myriad
The musical chairs Messages unique piece Playing the brain organs The new road of legions Cerebellum moving Perky pinks the possum We move into a certain era
Intense Opera breathing, pacing, dreaming
More feeding the balance of love needing Musical digestion Heart rate inside your movement shows affection All themes like soap operas The nervous system musical brain Gets damaged like the Asylum
So emotional heartbeat got more rhythm Your hums needing tums The Lifes crises But not feeling accountable the brains works Every function ballads of love Inside your heart diction Like the ballad-making Your best transformation Orchestrated hands to lead
The musical brain Love letters arrive on the train So tranquil love physical momentarily Has a certain quality like the ballad of love mutiny
We find in life its a long sip The brain wave long neck Giraffe hot cafe
We feel everyone's tragedy Living so high in the (Castle) the step up Not giving up the highness the majesty the brain depressed But such a parody foods for the soul no control eating binge
You want to dodge out But you're the musical genius Magical brain fast and furious Is tricky to remember you have The talent To be Lucky* Fill it with love and gravity He's the laughing stock of the comics
Like the simple life He's the built-in love a ballad with such structure The popular form of poetry Musical notes a blend of symmetry Chariots of fire the key to love
Whats truly above all we need is love He takes your breath away Reading into the "Britannica" Archie comics and Veronica Historical moments Cleopatra The ballads of culture Songs we remember I love September the day I was born Ballads and songs
"My Girl" "Stop Look Listen to your heart" "Love is all around" You came to the right place Peace and love, please stick around we love you
Ballads of important dates and places to remember like the day you are born the musical brain I would love to go back one time to memory lane
he sings about a family photograph in a language i understand no better than a mathematical equation and i grasp the strength and weakness in his voice and the vibrations they send through my wooden table and all its contents my eyelids flutter open and shut like a dying moth, trying to be in sync with the music but unable to i stretch and fold my legs as i hit the replay button, crack some knuckles and glance around in double vision as i'm being slowly oxidized to death i have pictures of a smiling childhood idol pasted on the wardrobes, a series of little pale yellow lights taped apologetically to the textured, pastel blue wall. i have writings on my wall in colours i cant find within myself, and i suddenly pray this poem won't disappear with the glitches of technology. i pray to nobody, no god, no spirit. being the atheist i am, i feel strange closing my eyes, “please let it be okay” echoing in my head every time. but these are not my thoughts. these are not your thoughts. they simply are. he continues belting out notes and i breathe without rhythm. my lungs are tone deaf. i get goosebumps on my hairless limbs for a second. applause resounds, it's a live recording of the song. short pause, next. piano picks up pace and the mellow voice of a different man of the same tongue fills the room. a little more lively. i realize it's not the words you need to understand what he means.
You're the person I could write ove sings about and if I could sing, if scream them to the world. I would tell them about your sarcastic laugh and wildly outrageous humor that keeps me in shape. I would tell them both those shady eyes that hide those feelings so easily except you can't hold them back really.
You're the person I could write sonnets about and ballads would blush when they read my words. I would tell them bout the lips and how they made my body ache. I would tell them about your arms and how they held stories in your tattoos.
You're the person I could easily be with the rest of my life. Whether it was easy or hard I would be there. Through thick and thin.
But you're just that person I keep close enough to remember that we could be something great... If only life worked that way.