You don’t believe in poetry
So if I said you help me with my rhythm
Those words would flow over your understanding
You are accustomed to lashing tongues and forceful hands
Sweet nothings mean nothing to one who claims kinship to pain
Finding solace in the unusual, you see love as a lie
But would you change your mind if you knew my intentions?
Would you let your guard down if I promised that this time you were safe?
Would you then let me give you things you did not even know you wanted?
I want to be the answer to prayers your heart is yet to conceive
To be the lover of your soul who never leaves