Closest thing to a love song

your words
drizzle out of your mouth
so smoothly

I can't find my rhythm
my words are a jumble
a mess that have the flow; of a pregnant woman

your eyes
see the world as beautiful

my tired eyes
see it as ugly

I crave attention
You already have it

My thought is filled out
could've should've would've

and you've made them into
Did, done, finished