Hear me with your heart when I speak from my mind
While i try to make something that is one of a kind
Attempting to make a reaity out of a dream
Because the present is worse than it seems
Give me a minute of your time but it’ll really take an hour
As my thoughts blossom like a spring flower
Being that my heart is an open letter
And my thoughts are screams for something better
You know I can open up and cry you a river
But the emotionless dams of my soul block the message I’m trying to deliver
The smart thing seems to be to quit and give up
But then I’d be like a butterfly in a tar pit; hopeless and stuck
Stuck yet feverishly attempting to fly
Up high in the sky with no iea why
So I fall back into the shadows and wait alone
Until Love’s shadow passes so I can find someone to call my own
