It's a poem in which I spend my time, my entire life, my entire soul; trying to pour it out on paper, just to show somebody just how beautiful it is; just how I feel about them, and just how beautiful it is, that I feel about them. And the only way for me to show them, is to pour my soul out upon the paper, and to hope that they can see between the soul that's contorted into an uncomfortable position, and the paper that holds it there in a world where it doesn't belong,- that there's something beautiful inside that soul- and that it's that it's in love with them. |