Your grandiose ideas, your very hesitant ways.
Your estranged company, your clingy soul and mind.
Your frail wings, your solid structure.
Your bodily function strikes on simple conditions but your flow is always dependant of the situation.

Your mentality captivates fast paced emotion and your actions capture slow fed feelings.
Your past has been causing your present to not make it to the future and withhold its own ground.
Love is your only staple but without it, you're miserable at best.
You need to save your existence from anything that may hinder your living, and you must protect your soul from any melancholia.

Your actions and my feelings are misconstrued but my actions and your feelings are misconceived.
Your inquiries about life are my answers about a teenage misfit.
My inquiries about life are your answers to retrieve golden opportunity.
Your indecisive mind keeps me up all night but my complex mind allows all skepticism to rise to surface.

Our love gravitates and is both static and dynamic at once.
In contrast, your sensitivity hides well and mine is not afraid to show.
Your life is made up of so many beautiful elements and don't you ever doubt for a second that any of those have been misplaced.
I cannot give you strength or restore your energy but I can offer you a shoulder to cry on because I know you need comfort.

I'm not going to make you carry the weight of the world...let alone my tea, but that's not the point.
I cannot completely or correctly convey my thoughts in a concrete fashion.
But I can give you my love; it's priceless and boundless.
You just can't commit to allowing your heart to have what it wants.
Let your guard down because it's effortless to let yourself fall.