I spill my feelings on love and heartache,
Sounds kinda basic, like my world's a cliche.
But, seriously, words don't cut it right,
They can't grasp the depth, day or night.
It's not just about love, though that's the theme,
Expressions stumble, like in a bad dream.
Beyond the words, there's a wild ride,
Paper and pen can't catch the tide.
My emotions are messy, don't fit on a page,
More than a few lines, they're like a stage.
Can't sum up the hurt in my head and heart,
It's a constant ache, a work of art.
