my mouth was a waterfall.
words were rushing, gushing, and i can’t help but–
“i love you,” i blurted.
then i watched him drown.
There are poets,
who can lure her heart with rhymes.
There are artists,
who can let her fall through art.
There are composers,
who can make her fall with their song or piece.
There are singers,
who can simply sing into her heart.
There are musicians,
who can sway her heart with melody.
There are writers
who can fill her heart with their stories.
There are dancers
who can melt her heart with just a beat.
There are these rich people
who can buy their way through her heart.
But this I tell you,
Make her laugh
And she is yours.