my heart hurts it squeezes and bursts in my chest as i cough up petals she talks to me in flowers and the sweetest of curves but not about me not about me at all not me and her and im left to yearn yet to smile for her bring the balloons answer her questions and watch them together this is how it always ends anyway.
and ill never tell her how often i explode for her i never will anyway.
I stood in the meadow Looking towards the window A picture emerged I knew what it was Yet I couldn't decipher I moved towards the window The picture did grow A painting of a lush green meadow It was hanging on the wall No one standing At the window No one standing In the meadow Cows were missing Birds were missing In the meadow She was missing At the window Missing were so many things I was on the fringe In the middle of the meadow Dry and burnt meadow Looking towards the window She was missing At the window
If you look into my heart, you'll cry the brilliance that keeps it whole hides when you get too close. Each piece with a different tale, my heart is an erratic choir echoing the blues dining with love.
Yet with you, echoes of ecstasy emanate from my heart, forging a beat, from my litter As though love knew it'd wrong me, with you as her gift to me.