Young Writers Society

Your sweet sounds get me by.
They're what makes me feel alive,
and for those blue eyes ill always try.
You shed a tear and my blood runs dry.

I can tell when your down, your sweet sounds give you away.
and when your trying to pretend that your not angry..
your sweet sounds they do betray.

I can tell when your trully happy for im at your oceans depth.
You tell me more than 2 hour movies,
with a subtle tone of comfort under your breath.
I only have my sweet words and i just write them on your wall,
but you somehow tell me in greater detail without moving your lips at all.

Im a radio out of tune, picking up a station no one hears.
you used to give me the happiest moments but now they are running into years.
i could write a million books about it,
because your language knows no bounds.
lets do a trade for life...my sweet words for your sweet sounds.
The End