Love songs

Love song

You know, I like you quite a bit
and sometimes when I sit
alone
I want
to write you a love song

Serenade and sing about our love

or whatever it is

sometimes
it feels a bit wrong,
to use the word love.
Sometimes that seems a bit much...

But only sometimes 

so

I feel like it's ok to say I've got feelings for you

just I can't say I feel them for nothing else in the world

theres a lot going on
And I lose focus in my thoughts when I try to think of you
Can I seperate you from the things that you do?
who
is the person who is right for me? 
is anyone? 
is anyone wrong for me?or for you?
Who and How many sweet thoughts can I lose to this?
quite a cost...

but im back again

and like I said,

when I speak its true
Many moments are warm 
some are cool
many things are sweet
a few people are a pleasure

each

and every

time we meet

But you 
you are all three

You're pretty special to me
Although that may not be the way that it seems
Sittin here talkin about how you're not much different from any other thing

but you're special

Maybe not in general
But to me

One of quite a bit less than plenty

And I feel like I've known you twice as long as I really have
Which when you get down to it isn't that long really

It's a bit silly but... I felt
Itd be sweet and you'd be sweet on me
If
I wrote you a love song
i know its not the kind anyone would ever sing for me
given it's unusuality
and then i get crushing anxiety
but I don't need help here
Give me a second

shh
hold on
wait

im gonna write it so...

wait

im just tapping my pen though

somehow It seems off
Like theres a stop-sign saying not to go
like you'd scoff at me for it's immaturity
and i'd destroy it and deconstruct it for its impurity
god knows having a reason makes everything less magical
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but you wouldnt do that
judge it like that
and i shouldnt

still
It's hard to paint a picture in paints
when you're standing here in front of me
reality
Isn't as clean as a painting
and at once puts any painting to shame
its hard to paint

truthfully i dont really enjoy it

The crazy thing is I want to anyway

I got this bug inside of me

so Let me sing something please
I dont really know how much of it is true 
but for a moment it feels like it is
And that is enough
for me at least
probably not you
but hey, who am I really here to please?

I guess, actually, it IS you

so
I'm sticking close 
like always two
like
The monsters inside my head are scared of you
Angels and doves spread light and like dew
You spread a smile 
split

across my foreboding brooding skies
Youre the love of to which I have always been described 
since I was five,
or maybe it was four
all i know
is that i'm Alive 
and that for some reason Im dancing after you at dinner 
And trying to be thinner
So you might dance after me
Yeah
We've got insecurities
or maybe it's just me
but both probably
That much is plain to see
that much, being not much of anything
But if we didnt we'd have no security that we would ever need...

to be told

"I love you"

And that's something that is important to me
That someone, somewhere, could be something you need
and that maybe it could be me
I think I'm sweet
I always want to let you know I miss you
But I tell myself its some abstract expression of my desire to kiss you
And maybe I dont really miss you every day, but I do really like you, and though I'd like to
I dont really miss people much
Im pretty happy with myself and so-forth and some-such
But
Maybe some day I'll learn to miss people like everyone else tells me they do

And if I miss
The person I'd miss 
would be you

I think thats something even if its not the world

besides,
the world is too big for your arms to hold

And i'm right here