Unwritten...Unsaid...

If I knew how to write a song

I’d write one everyday

It would say that I’m in love with somebody

And why I feel this way

I try to find somebody to fill my head with him

It would have to say he’s glows

And as rare as a desert rose

It would say he’s a looker

From his head down to his toes

From his kind down to his bad

He is funny, dainty, and fragile

And as gentle as can be

He’s smart, charming, lovely

And everything to me

He’s my comfort when I’m lonely

He’s my peace when I need rest

He’s my blanket when I need warm

He’s my map when I’m lost

Of all the men I’ve known

I must rate him the best.

He’s the orchard in the jungle,

He’s the better half of me

He’s all of this and so much more,

He means the world to me

Still so much is left unsaid,

It would take me far to long

I know how much I love my imagine,

If only I could write a song.

And I’ve never had reason

‘Cuz I’m here all alone for so long

For no lyrics, for no songs

I’m alone and always be

 P.S. I'm alright