like my pen pressing
onto this empty plain paper
my attempt is juvenile
meaning the best but
going about it all wrong
oh, what am i trying to accomplish
all i want is the feeling
that leaves me at ease
but the world does not agree
and my handwriting grows sloppy
my head it hurts
my pulse is faint
the only thing that makes me
happy is the smile on your face
even though you don't really care
you pierce my soul
and steal my heart
so now i know i have a heart
and if all i ever saw was red
my blood could be the entire ocean
i would be your boat
you could be my sails
i swear i'd never let us sink
if you'd guide us from the storm
you can trust me
i am all too trustworthy
because my attempt to give
my intent to love
are the things i wear
on my empty sleeve
you can feel my heart
and my blood piercing red
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