The Last Song Of Affection. Poem by Obrie Writes

My pencil broke in the midst
Of a romantic poem for you.
And I have a hoarse throat,
I cannot sing this affection to you.

Maybe am not the shooting star
Towards which your wishes are directed.

Upstairs am frozen,
Whilst the heart melts.
But adjectives won't describe,
Why forever,
It's you or nothing.

All you do is win,
You care not about a breaking soul.

Teach me,
Show me,
Incept it in me.
How can I be him,
That defines the stars?

I want to love you
But I was never taught.
I want to hold you
But I fear you may fad
Leaving me empty again.