This one isn't so depressing, but it's not exactly happy. I'll probably revise it later, make it connect a little more but here you go.
Her wistful eyes and her soft, rose lips
a soul, alone; the yearn for that forgotten poem
Delicate like a flower, she flounders within her thoughts
The need to be loved by not just anyone is filling her on empty
I see the hope as it dwindles past to almost just a fear of the unknown
The fear, it festers and fills her thoughts; breaking her dreams in two
I love her so deeply, yet she doesn't see me; I'm buried underneath these words
Our souls share a vibe and I want it to thrive, but alas, it's not to be
Romanticism runs deep, but the tragic's so meek that it layers thick and steep
My wish is ungranted, our lives left apart but joy! We are still in tune
Her wisdom's my pleasure, I wish it forever and I sing her song to the moon
So gentle in life, understanding and pure - despite her flaws a plenty
If only to save her, my heart's greatest favour and I shall ask of nothing more
For I'm still enamoured and I would just stammer; nothing more shall leave these lips
The silence, a blessing and my eyes will grow sightless, for her beauty eclipses all sight
And I will be fine, just laying this rhyme for all but her to see.
...:gay:
Her wistful eyes and her soft, rose lips
a soul, alone; the yearn for that forgotten poem
Delicate like a flower, she flounders within her thoughts
The need to be loved by not just anyone is filling her on empty
I see the hope as it dwindles past to almost just a fear of the unknown
The fear, it festers and fills her thoughts; breaking her dreams in two
I love her so deeply, yet she doesn't see me; I'm buried underneath these words
Our souls share a vibe and I want it to thrive, but alas, it's not to be
Romanticism runs deep, but the tragic's so meek that it layers thick and steep
My wish is ungranted, our lives left apart but joy! We are still in tune
Her wisdom's my pleasure, I wish it forever and I sing her song to the moon
So gentle in life, understanding and pure - despite her flaws a plenty
If only to save her, my heart's greatest favour and I shall ask of nothing more
For I'm still enamoured and I would just stammer; nothing more shall leave these lips
The silence, a blessing and my eyes will grow sightless, for her beauty eclipses all sight
And I will be fine, just laying this rhyme for all but her to see.
...:gay:
"Haters can keep hating, but I'm just gonna dance."
- Patrick Kane; Chicago Blackhawks
- Patrick Kane; Chicago Blackhawks