He wants to tell her
That everything will be okay -
But lying isn't his way:
But he needs to stop her pain
Stop her from driving further
On her brain's sadness lane...
Because caring for her is his bane
Feeling her hurt is irrepressible
But poet boy feels responsible
For her happiness.
For making her heart
A lovely mess
When they tear her apart.
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So he employs his pen
To free her from her den
By painting these worlds
With his dreaming words
Where the they both are
Making memories under a star
Or falling deeper
With hands in their jumpers
And legs entangled in a blanket
As he tries so hard to blank it -
Memories of her current pain
Influencing his poems with the stain
Of Desperation's tone's paint
