(Intermission)

I don’t write to you much these days
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.