A Whisperd Longing

This was about a cute guy I used to live with in Eugene.

How dare I try to sing about,
what my lips refuse to say.
Stirring me how only you can do.
I muse on him all day.
My hearts become a mighty wind
which longs to fill your sails
a breeze that longs to guide you in,
if only you'd inhale.
It's easy to forget who I am,
lost in your eyes at a bar.
With the dangers of a sweetened sin,
you walk like a falling star.
I want to nestle deep into your sea,
soft as setting sun,
and how every time you speak to me,
I slowly come undone.
My heart becomes a mighty wind
that longs to fill your sail.
Steer your craft into my room
I swear I'll never tell.
My form longs to touch your face,
and hold your spirit tight.
How dare I sing what’s in my heart
of things I shouldn't write?
HOW DARE I sing what's in my heart of things I should never write?!

Author's Note

So tell me what ya think? Should I put this in my performance or not?
Ignore spelling.
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