You are no more kind than you are sweet.
You are no more sweet than you are sour.
Can I bargain with you my dearest?
Can I barter with you?
The shell of your heart for the solidity of my own?
To capture the bliss, the forsaken ability to shower you.
The charm and the vigor deepened in your eyes
The loveless and the cold from the breathing of your mouth
The sadness and the waiting, why do we wait?
I am no more kind than I am selfish.
I am no more weak than I am graceful.
Can you comfort me for a moment?
Can you sell me a piece of your time?
And the love that could have been shared.
For every single cherished memory
For every single glass that was half full, spilled over.
For what you don't know you've had.