could someone please dig up shakespeare
so he could tap my pen
and turn it into gold
i know i need it
to write the finest words
i'll admit that i'm dried up
that these sentences seem to flow
so listlessly
with the life drained from this prose
because
i know that you mean so much more
than any rhyme i've written before
tell me whats the trick they use
to hustle inspiration
when your love just overwhelms me
like and alien invasion
its almost like you are perfect
in every way i can see right now
that i cant do justice
to even complement your smile
so i'll jot down these pen marks
with a failed quill
that can never be ignored
because your beauty
keeps it ruined yet adored
so...
is it useless to walk a mile
just for a chance to make you smile
is there something wrong with me
that i only want to savor
every tear of happiness you drip
i can think of nothing graver
dont try and stop my heart
from burying you so tender
these words will not hold meaning
if every one of them i render
i know at least i'll make you smile
and i promise forever to hold you close
youve got a rope wrapped around my heart
so while my lungs hold breath
we'll never be apart
we'll never be apart