Emotions Grown Tired

My heart is open like the vast wide sea
Looking for someone to share this fine eve
I’ve found the woman who has the right weave
And whose memory will not let me be
She pretends that this love she cannot see
And hopes, if ignored, it will simply leave
With such fair skin, is it hard to believe
That I’d fall for the girl who speaks with me?

I’ve expressed it to you with my own word
Yet you still could not accept the cold truth
Through silence and solitude I’ve endured
The itch that’s supposed to ignore the youth

You didn’t believe, so I showed you my art
If only if only, I could show you my heart

Hershey's

Hersheys kisses are like your kisses
Small, perfect and filled with wishes
I would do all the chores
And walk along all the shores
To taste that small bite of delicious

Love?

Why does it trouble me so
To speak these words of love to you
I want to scream it, to let you know
Of all the things that we could do

As a pair, alone, just the two of us
To do what we want and what we need
Without anyone else making a fuss
And saying that we’re doing an evil deed

Why can’t I just scream it to the world
Or whisper it quietly in your ear
Why can’t I hold that wand that you once twirled
And make you want to call me dear

Will I be too scared to make you aware
Or let you know and answer the dare