Sitting in my dim lit room

Thinking of you, short hair, blue eyes

My heart pounds with both love and doom

It hurts and dances between truth and lies

Knowing not of when or where

But of blue eyes both sharp yet dreary

Pondering the true depths of your care

Has left this heart skipping, weak and weary

Your love, broken, you refuse to lend

I crave more and more as days go by

I ask so deeply, please let me mend

Your love so broken, please let me try

I’ll sit alone through dark and cold

Skin so hot and feelings blurred

This heart ready for yours to hold

In hopes my effort prove not absurd

Of love, I’ll prove to you one thing

Yours is not broken beyond repair

The pieces once separate, together I’ll bring

I’ll save your heart from its despair

You willing, I’ll dispel the lies

To bring us out, this unknown gloom

You’ll see me, short hair, blue eyes

No longer alone in this dim lit room