Yes, aspiring
To be that space where nothing
Brings disappointment

I said convince me you love me, and you say keep this only in the mind
But you forgot that I wanted something concrete, written, and left for all to find

I said convince me you love me, and you say here is a page I filled out
But I thought you would prove more devout

I said convince me you love me, and you say here are the words you requested it’s finished
But you let typos into your letter and fill it

I said convince me you love me, and you say clichés are to be condemned
But cliches are only cliches if you care to say them

I said convince me you love me, and you say words restated depreciate
But words never said leave me with nothing to appreciate

I said convince me you love me, and you say here is an idiom I don’t think you’ll get
But you weren’t supposed to make me upset

I said convince me you love me, and you say thanks
But you should have said I love you, you shouldn't have left any blanks

I said convince me you love me, and you tell me your words have been chosen carefully, casually, and with the intention of being a fleeting moment of the present
But I did not feel that

I said convince me you love me,
But I am unconvinced

A villain I made you out to be
But the truth is what I failed to see
Rather hear 'cause repeatedly you didn't fail to say
But I guess I didn't want to see it that way

I played a part in your unjust blame,
Now remorse holds me, drowning me in shame
A human you are—not demon nor saint,
Not a battle to win, so I yield in restraint

Open my eyes, I shall finally do
I'm tired of lies that I disguised as you
I can silence my cries and let go of you
Finally my eyes are open, now I can say goodbye to you

it should make me sad that you are not around
and it did too many times
you were around
and you hurt the most gentle heart with a promise that you will not
i cared that much for the first time in my life
and you asked me why
i was surprised by your question
because i thought we BOTH in love

I was Alexander the great,
Rolling through Greece conquering.
I was Romeo Montague,
Killed myself over love.
I was Commander Washington,
Blazing through the brits for liberty.
I was me,
Though I left me wondering who I'd be next.

I am the greatest craftsman there is

I don’t make precious jewels
Neither do I make intricate sculptures from wood or stone
I can’t even wrap my head around paintings
Nor can I claim to understand the inner workings of a clock
I don’t know the basics of baking
Needless to say I can’t go near a beautiful dress

But there is one thing I know how make
A priceless thing at that
People wish they could own it
Yet it often just slips through their fingers

Newborns have it to spare
Foggies are scrunching for more
Kids spend theirs playing and laughing
Adults often wish they had spent theirs more wisely

I’m very good at making my thing
Too bad I can’t sell it for a living
At least I can make it for myself
And give it to the people I care about

But sometimes…
The person I love about can’t give me theirs
They say…
“I don’t have enough for myself,
I don’t have enough for you”

And to that I just want to say…
“Just make more time,
I made time for you
I expected the same in return”

There is a fence between me and her
Trying to cross it will get either hurt
Ti’s only a wooden fence though
And it still allowed love to grow

We can’t see or touch,
But my love was an axe enchanted with [Robust]
I tried to chop and slash
To only see a little scratch

So I told my love:
“Put on a glove
And strike the fence hard and true
So I can finally see you”

To kiss your lips is my only want
Even while going against my aunt
To move past that we must wait
until we are married if that's not too late

But a ton of nothing I heard
And with my thoughts, it stirred
Did she not love me so?
Maybe our love was faux

It was the next day
But the silence with me stayed
I tried and tried and tried again
But my strength and love started to wane