She makes my heart melt,
Like butter that was left for too long outside,
She could mold my character,
Dictating it as if she had the baton,
And i was the only one in her orchestra,
Playing around with the tempo,
Rattling every limb and nerve with her presence,
Leaving me undone
Then she picked up pace,
As she picked up pace, so did every cell in my body,
And then i realized,
She could tear me apart,
She could tear me apart and destroy me,
Swallow my happiness and spit out my sorrow,
I’d be a soft peach that she’d gnaw her weapons in,
And that would leave me undone,
And i’d let her,
I’d let her destroy me and rip me apart,
Shred my memories and leave them with scars,
As a whole i’d exist, but nothing for,
Young love is expensive and the risk is high,
She could bankrupt my heart and i’d let her,
A part of me will surely die,
And that would leave me undone,
But if this is what it takes to be yours,
To battle the yielded sorrow with my bare hands,
All this For a Carpe Diem to spend my forever with you,
I would,
You wouldn’t let me take my hike for your heart,
Knowingly that i would fail,
But i would,
i’d rather be defeated by my own weaknesses,
Than your will for me not to try,
Because darling
that would feel like being ripped away from our trust,
And that,
And that would leave us undone.
