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Your song
You wanted me to write you a love song but i honestly dont know what to say
Sometimes my lips honestly can't revive the words that have fainted in my conscious
This love hasn't died its just in severe shock I try to mend the critical condition you left
my already battered heart in the ruins of a heart post cardiac arrest,
this irregular heartbeat, this murmur ,These palpitations,
I've got a serious heart condition You're the beat to my heart like the thunderous
beat of a snare drum little drummer boy, don't ever stop making
this music
Out of the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks
Well I sing and sometimes I feel like I haven't sung enough
When the beat is slow and low and mellow like the passion in the candlelight encasing the
perimeter of the bedroom, the vermilion rose petals sleep like cherubs
on silk sheets and wait patiently for our company
and the lights weaken slowly like 6pm on January 7th , the glittering stars make love to the
night sky, birth the greek god named constellations reflected
in the sapphire in your eyes and you insist on constantly telling me how
beyond beautiful i am to you, as if my face where the most flawless painting
that god ever laid hands on and how much you love me more then your diction
will allow you to express
like how i'm not your favorite because that would mean that i was comparable
and you love that how there is no other woman that has ever
belted herself around that hallow beating organ, that resides inside your jail of a
ribcage and you love that
how my spirit is the meaning behind your lyrics. My fluttering eyelashes intertwined with the
rhythm. you, the picasso and me, Le RĂªve
My heart is the drum you beat but without you i can't sing.
Were in harmony and you love that
you claim there is no matchless flower that has ever been planted, watered, grown and
bloomed. Jasmine Not dancing along but definitely drowning
with the rhythm and though i can't swim too well,
i know that i can literally just go with the flow
I never washed up in arms as shore/sure as yours
and i love that
Sometimes i feel like i've only sung a little superman, i call you
Though I'm terrified of heights you soar me to cloud nine with your outstanding
smile on that handsome face that delivers that contagious laugh of yours,
those homemade corny jokes you think are hilarious your snore could drown out a thunderstorm,
you eat with your mouth gaped open and won't drink kool aid without real sugar,
the fact that you like milk chocolate and math
and sometimes cry oceans because you never want to make me mad,
I especially love the way my eyes melt into your eyes after those deep-don't tell-nobody
-pinky-promise conversations that last all night with those tear jerking, heart throbbing
secrets you vowed to lock away, swallow the key and bury until your flesh has turned back
into dust and those memories that turn giggles into obnoxious laughter that make it seem
like you're getting abs and we cradle each other to sleep like the
two twin columns of a newspaper, our story between us in only a language we
understand Clark Kent
I'm no lois lane superwoman, you call me
Sometimes I feel like I've sung too much When i think too hard and too long about things
i shouldnt even be thinking about and feed you my endless buffet of ideas on a silver
platter like you-know-what-babe-i-think-i-really-want-to-take-a-trip-to-new-york-because-i-just-love-it-love-it-love-it-love-it-and-i-want-you-to-come-with-me-and-we-could-eat-lasagna-everyday-but-i-need-plane-tickets-and-plane-tickets-cost-money-and-i-don't-have-any-money-cause-i'm-in-college-and-i-don't-have-the-time-or-a-job-but-it-doesn't-matter-because-you-don't-really-want-to-go-to-new-york-anyway-because-you-don't-see-the-point
Not only do i forget what we were talking about before
but then i talk over you and i know you hate that
and im sorry
Sometimes I feel like I've sung it all when my heart is racing faster than the road
runner and you the coyote have the hardest time getting a hold of me
my thoughts: boiling and bubbling over my brain and aimlessly slip down the corners
of my lips you like to kiss so much. My voice, sky scraping higher than the walls
in the building i fuss under, caged and bolted under this ceiling like a
captured african elephant sometimes even shooting words at arbitrary
people that never triggered the rage tornadoing in
my core, with the intent to kill but really should've
never felt my verbal grasp, you don't fire back at me.
The echo of my speech, so vehement and truculent, brazen like a ringmasters whip
bouncing off of the moon in the crook of your ear
i wonder what you must think of me. but after your solacing words blanket the
chaos in the atmosphere and the silence has settled like dust between
us. I dont have to question whether or not you
love me. and then you laugh at me
and tell me everythings going to be okay.
Truth is
You're the song i want to sing in the eve of the morning before the biggest star God
ever created resurrects itself, illuminating the shadows of the crease of
your smile. you out tune autotune on these verses composed
no lackluster language here All your number 1 hits go platinum
i'll plug it in the biggest amp and let the whole world hear
You're the melody echoing off of the walls of this heart you drum so much on, drummer
boy. I carry your tune as you do to prove that
these calloused hearts of ours aren't broken just bruised
and you love locked this thing so tight i can't unchain my soul from you
Were just musically inclined like that
You wanted me to write you a love song but i honestly dont know what to say
Sometimes my lips honestly can't revive the words that have fainted in my conscious
This love hasn't died just in severe shock My biggest heart condition
is that you stole mine I still can't believe how you attacked this
defenseless heart from every angle My heart is up against the wall
i'm stuck, baby I can't talk
Its not that I don't have anything to say, but that you leave me speechless