Her heart


There she goes into my words without prose.
I cannot continually write about my sweet dream-rose,
Who will never know,
How I feel about her.
My missing words all a blur.
Hidden beneath my fears, so never heard, so hard to speak,
Of needful things, because I have no belief in me, to believe in.


I am not the important one;
She is yet to hear my song bird singing only for her.
Her songs, the endless rivers hum;
I never braved the rejection of what I truly want.
Love is all I want from her, but she is fading from view,
Because of my lack of nerves.
No bottle, just desire,
Walking away alone, never to return.


A single entity to be passionate about
And I can never let my words out,
Because all I think is never said aloud.
I would if I could, but I don’t know how.


The words of romance are unknown to me;
The words of love are a mystery.
The right thing to say is all that I need,
But my foot in my mouth ruins everything.


I cannot hope because nothing is good.
I cannot stop thinking; I wish that I could,
But still I have fire running through my blood,
So passionate about her, but so stuck in the mud,
That is my mind; it has no sign, of ever showing me,
How to become the person I am on the inside.


Everyone has opinions of my image.
Nobody can see what I imagine in my mind.
Everyone thinks I don’t try to improve my finish,
But this is the only ending that I can write…

Because I never will win her heart.


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