Wax Heart.

I don't know what to say!
I don't know what to do....
About all your feelings,
Should I have had a clue?

You wrote this poem,
It sounded like us.
I heard your heart read it,
Now mine's making a fuss.

Even if I don't love you,
And you feel unrequited....
Your prayers are coming true,
Me and my love may be reunited.

I know that it hurts,
I know you're in pain....
I know that you're crying.
And tears are falling like rain.

I sit up at 4,
And I write you this sap.
4 stanzas a minute,
My wax heart beats out of whack.

I searched for paper,
All through this empty house.
I found scraps full of algebra,
Then I discovered a mouse.

I had to write down these thoughts,
That you have me thinking.
About Vegas and literature.
My wax heart starts sinking.

I wish you understood,
That I really did love you.
Maybe not as much as possible,
But I'm not going to shun you.

Want to know something funny?
I'm about to get sick.
My wax heart is starving,
But my poetry has a full wick.

It's dripping like a candle,
Straight out of my brain!
The wax hardens my heart,
And that drives me insane.

For you I wrote this,
If I hadn't I wouldn't feel right....
Please blow out this little candle,
Sweetest of dreams, and goodnight.