Not Always Ready

I’m not always ready but I’m willing; Sometimes I want to scream into pages but am left with only hearts; I got to keep mine buried deep within; A complex aesthetic, for once I’m no longer thinking; Floating midair our hands shake together; I’m not always getting it perfect; Sometimes my mascara ruins a rhyme but I still keep writing; I got to share my night with the world; A complex aesthetic, for once I’m no longer thinking; Floating midair our hands shake together; We don’t always know the reason; Sometimes we are silent then shout but are left satiated by morning; We got to work through it; We are both so complex, for once we’re no longer thinking; Floating midair our hands shake together.