Darling I'm strong,
So my tears are hidden,
But that's gives you no right,
To believe that I'm not broken.
I'm easy,
Quiet and shy with feelings and emotions,
And if you ask I'm bound not to tell,
You could say that my words get quite *lost.
But I want the butterflies,
They've been gone for too long,
And I want my heart to race insanely,
To feel that way that's so raw.
I want to feel like someone cares for once,
I want to talk all night,
I want someone to think about me happily,
Never get tired,
And when I shut that someone out,
Maybe just put up a mighty fight.
My words get lost easily,
But for this I can tell on,
About the hole in my battered heart,
That tells me where you belong.
I can write songs in my scrappy book,
And smile to myself like I'm crazy,
Draw hearts all over the place,
Tell stories of this rare thing,
Cuz it's beyond me.
And I'll sing the melodies that you inspire,
If the music works,
That's all I require,
It's simply your presence that I desire.
Darling we might not converse,
But I can sight-read you,
Like the notes in my violin pieces,
And I can write you down,
Like the lyrics to my newest song.
So please be the painter,
Destroy or end your work of the heart,
Mine's been incomplete,
And I'm hoping this is just the start,*
And maybe you're not done.
Love. This type of love. And more.
The font came out messed up, sorry.
