If I could only say this to your face.

This isnt another love song

Admiration starts skin deep and mine seeps through your pores. 

Content and adamant I watch from afar.

The garden has started dying.

It got so used to our tears.

I have too much rhyme and not enough reason.

to prove my point this line becomes verbal treason.

Speaking to the air is so much easier. I tend to believe no one is listening.