So busy with school
I’m at a loss of what words to say
Still I tend to stay
So honey tell me a story
All about you now
When you’re ready I’ll be waiting
To write it all down
Over and over…
Cause I’ve been trying
Chasing something I felt missing
It must be fiction
Is there some truth to the meaning?
I think love
Is what I want, it’s what I want
It's what I need
But these poems
Take too much ink, make papers bleed
To write my dreams.
