I'd Make Shakespeare Weep

I could write you a poem
Because I think I understand love.
I could sing you a song
To tell of things I’m not proud of.

I’d make Shakespeare weep
If I could capture your essence on paper.
I’d make Mozart cry out.
No music could ever be greater.

But I can’t really write well.
Hell, I can hardly read.
I don’t have the rhythm
I can’t seem to succeed.

I could give you a dozen flowers.
My heart scooped out of my chest.
I could tell of when I fell
In a note with all expressed.

But I haven’t got the money.
And I haven’t got the guts.
You would simply laugh at me.
It isn’t worth the fuss.

But then you walk right past me.
My breath is gone once more.
I don’t know that I’ll catch it.
I don’t want the cure.

You deserve a real man.
Not a boy like me.
You deserve your ever after.
I know that you’d agree.

But don’t I deserve love as well?
Aren’t I human too?
I’ll just wait for tomorrow.
Maybe then I’ll break through.