Don't you know that people need to hear things
Even when they already know them?
Certain things, like love, need to be uttered
Over and over, gain weight, dance around
Certain thoughts don't become things until created
Given breath, brought to life and let be heard
Certain truths don't get into our thoughts
Unless allowed to, and they'd never dare exist
Without the hope of being uttered, and becoming
Love.
Therefore say it, don't just think it.
Or soon we'll both forget it.

There's this guy who collects feelings.
He organizes them in a very neat way.
He really thought about them.
Like some lonely scrap-booker desperate
to grab something real and warm.
But he's actually real and warm himself.

I can never hold on to my own feelings,
and it seems incongruent to try to organize them.
But maybe I should have a talk with him.
Maybe he organize happiness too, and give me
a lifetime guarantee?