I aint a poet...neither a scholar...
I cant write songs...neither can i scribble novels..
I fail to music the flowing words...and miss out on the beats you hear...
But you my love sing me songs from a land far away from where i stay...
You my boy pull the strings so deep, the scar embed itself deeper...
I fail to paint love with red...they are all in blue and grey...
I have forgotten how it is to turn red....with ecstasy...
I despise my choices, and deny my being myself...
But you my love have kissed my skin and it has been crimson since then...
You my boy have made love to the soul and it hasnt stopped glowing since then....
I hope no more on falling stars..I fail to believe miracles are real...
I remember building walls around....and they have been my bean bag since...
I smile less, and smirk more...
But you my love have broken every brick in the wall....
You my boy have made every fading smile breath and breed love and they shine like never before...
Tell me how you do it boy...
Tell me how you make me love...tell me how you make me dream...
Tell me my boy...Tell me how you do it...
Tell me how you sing the love song for her...
And make me smile yet...love you stronger , deeper...
Scared i am....scared you might just like a blissful wish..be gone in a whisper....
Scared how i cheat myself...scared the end maybe disastrous...scared you may not be there when it hurts most....
But there is so much love my boy...the fear never resides long...
The hatred rarely comes back...
Tell me how you do it my love...
Tell me how you make me love....
