I Wish I Could Make Your Day

Whoever you might be, you matter to me.
But that might not mean much because you found the words too easily.
How can I show you the lengths I would go,
if my arms will only reach to the day that I go?
How can my love find a place in your heart,
when there are so many hearts I can't even start?
How can I write these words to you all,
but have you feel them like I have a clue who you are?

There will never be enough time on my clock,
to personally show you how much I feel for you;
to personally know you, to build something true.
How can I do that for each one of you?

My seconds are yours, and I reckon I'll never stop trying.
I want it too much so I'll never stop lying to keep myself going—
even though these words will catch dust on a shelf,
you mean more to me than time for myself.

I wish I could take away every bit of loneliness for the rest of your life... but I can't. These are just feelings no matter what I try. I'll never be there to show you, but I'm not in this moment either, I'm the whisper in these words, forever trying to calm the winds of the mind's stormy heart. You'll always belong to me, even if it's just between the spaces of these words.


*Feeling* [Affectionate]