Oh how I wish I was at your side
So you could put your head on my lap
And I could hear your worries all night long
Till they disappear and are forever gone

Oh how I wish I was the bravest one
And let your heart dance around
Make your soul release the pain
Make your eyes smile again

Oh how I wish I was at your side
Oh how I wish I was the bravest one
Make your sorrow in an instant gone
Just for you my dearest one

If I could be in love
I'd hold her close every night
I'd call her and make her smile
Just because that sight would bring happiness to my long dead eyes

I'd accept her flaws
If she was willing to live with mine
I'm not perfect but I'd to my best to prove I'm worth it
Every day and night

Now I've been alone and taken
And happy, and that also means at one point my chest cavity Felt like it was breaking
But my life, is mine and my path is what I'll choose
So all I need is someone to walk with, could it be you

my head has gone dizzy
remarkable flashes of serenity
drenched with the slightest shift
in my trade of comprehending
the slightest smirk hinted at the lips
blue eyes, whirlpools and tides
the drizzle of laughter and words
which spill and fly,
floating around in the atmosphere
three dimension folded and cut so smooth
not the slightest gap, complexion so simple
just to hear your thoughts ringing in the air
a pleasant annotation to the brightening horizon
a singing wind chime, strung with sea shells
that’s all I will let myself do,
to listen to the luminous chime

I would of written you a love song.
I want you to know that if I could of strung together L-O-V-E into a comprehensible phrase then I would of written you a love song.
I never could of opened my mouth to sing it for I have no flow… But I would of written it anyway.
I would of written it for you.
I want you to know that if I could of strung together any sentence, any set of words that could explain the way I feel then I would of written you a love song.
Perhaps it would never have been angry or passionate or inspired you to feel anything.
There is a very high chance that it would of never made me feel the way that love songs are generally meant to.
But I would of written it anyway.
I want you to know that I hope that someday someone writes you a love song, and it is not about awkward first kisses on braces or teenage boys with no sense.
I hope that someone writes you a love song and that someone is the someone that I could never be.
The someone you would of never been for me.
Because you can love your best friend in a million ways and one.
But you cannot write a love song for somewhere your love does not belong.
But I want you to know, I would of written you a love song if I knew how, if I could of felt that way then I would of chosen you.
I would of written you a love song.
I would of written it about long brown hair that never changes and blue eyes that stand out like the sea,
I wish I could of written you a love song but you don’t belong to me.
If I could of rearranged the world and chosen each tiny magnificent part then there is not a fragment of you that I would change,
If I could of written you a love song then I would of told you that there’s not a part of you that I would rearrange.
And if I could of…
If I would of…
Written you a love song then it would of been beautiful.
It would of been beautifully strange.
It would of been a hundred things that I’ll never truly know.
Because I would of written you a love song, but I don’t know how.
I hope someone writes you words that bring tears to your eyes.
I hope someone writes you a song and they open their mouth to sing and that melody is sweet.
I think that to anyone else this would all seem quite strange but you will understand these words for everything they mean.
I would of written you a love song.
Instead I wrote you this, because there are a thousand lifetimes and in none of them do we ever make it to a third kiss.

In the scripts playing inside my head you were there to listen.
You were there to talk,
To organize our chaos and to make sense of those wasted days when we could never connect the dots in this cosmic puzzle.
Words are all I need, the right words that can reincarnate the colors of this desaturated conspiracy,
Coming out of your nervous lips as your eyes misplace its focus in the light of my blushing face.

In my head, we were both lost in the midst of something that can fix us.