I wish I was good at writing love poems
So I could tell you everything I cant seem to say
So I could tell you ... Your name is love spelled backwards to me
Your eyes exemplify truth
When your sleeping I mimic your breathes
so our heart beats can match
and I can still feel your love inside of me; even when your gone.
I wanna write sonnets of unmatched beauty
Read it to myself every night
so I can smell your hair through the pages
Scribble novels of separated enchanted lovers
Who despite all obstacles and tribulations
Always find one another, to live happily in forever. ..
I dream to make Shakespeare jealous
When my heart beats through my fingertips
I write you a love poem that can withstand all time
Make Romeo and Juliet our slaves
Our unrelenting passion reduces them to a childhood crush
And radiates us to a tale only fairies can dream.
I will jot down the fragments of my soul
So as the syllables drip from my pen
And cascade onto your heart
You can absorb me whole.
And I allow your breaths to run through my veins freely.
...
But its too bad I SUCK at writing love poems so I borrowed something that pretty much says it all:
I gather up each sound you left behind and stretch them on our bed.
Each night I breathe you and become high.
