Paint a picture,
Write a scripture,
I’d do that all for you,
Hear me out, I implore you.
Why is it,
That we don’t seem to speak,
Why does our bond seem woefully weak?
Is there, in between, a fracture oblique?
I don’t know if I’m destined for success,
But I can’t possibly express,
The things I’d do all for you,
For I absolutely adore you.
Waiting for a rainbow, I face the rain,
But I wish we could begin again…