I
can draw a picture,
But I cannot give it breath,
I can write a
song,
But I cannot give it sound.
I can make it rain,
With
just a little help,
And I can catch the water,
And in it, I can
drown.
But I cannot make you feel me,
I cannot touch your
face,
I cannot give you good reason,
To be with me, and stay.
I'm sorry.
You're with me all the time,
You know all my
pain,
No one understands me,
Like you, they can't even claim.
You've
been here for so long now,
Watching me, from the inside looking
out,
Keeping me safe from infedelities,
When you put your
fingers to my lips,
I swear I won't make one sound.
"Incase
you failed to notice,
Incase you failed to see,
This is my
heart, bleeding before you,
This is me, down on my knees."
This
is killing me,
And breaking my human heart.
Oh,
how I long for you to hold me,
Safely in your arms,
And tell me
all of your stories,
I promise I won't speak of them.
Because,
I can write a novel,
But I don't have the voice to read,
I'm
powerless in defense,
And you've always been my shield.
People call
me "beautiful",
But you shoot that to Hell,
For when
I see you, in my mind,
My confidence goes down.
You're so perfect.
God,
the things that I would do to touch you,
Just a brush of your
hand,
Just the scent of your hair,
Just one moment with
you.
You stand in the entrance of my mind,
And all that you
say is "sorry",
All you say is "sorry".
"You
were always the mysterious one,
With dark eyes, and careless
hair,
You were fashionably sensitive,
But too cool to care."
Please, don't ever leave me.