The world

I wish I could give you the world,
but fear it might be too surreal..
I wish I could surrender my soul to you
but I'm still too afraid of losing myself..
What can I say now, you are already under my skin
but those white lies still show no sign of fading..
instead you do, with each passing day..
I wish I could replace your bitter, sardonic chuckles
with the warmth of genuine laughter..
I wish I could give you a virgin so pure and white
but you got a raven with a black heart
I cry tears of  desperation..
wishing you could see,
either the blackness of my heart or the excess of love inside it,
which I have no way of showing it to you,
the truth I speak are mere excuses,
or is it even the truth?
making me back-foot and unsure...
I'm just not your princess baby,
she's waiting somewhere else..
I'm just a pale raven loving you with a blackened heart..