lovesick.

"The nightingale tells his fairytale,

Of Paradise where roses grew.

Though I dream in vain,

in my heart you will remain.

My stardust melody,

The memory of loves refrain."

--

I wonder what'll manage to sprout out from this,

what we have.

Or, the question should be: what do we have?

I can't see clearly, I'm boggled and blinded by my feelings towards you.

I need you to be able to recieve these signals I'm sending you,

if you'd even understand them.

What's stopping us from being us?

B.