I'd write something as beautiful as you are
But I don't think I could ever find the words
So, I'll use what I do know to flow this out
Maybe, just maybe muse in a clever verse
Something unique, like you doesn't come around too often
And if you're lucky enough to have that, then cherish it because your hard, beating heart will soften
The bitter cynicism will slowly, but oh so surely begin to rot away
The plants of doubt and insecurity that have taken root in the soul will wither and die today
The mind will no longer be cloudy, and the road that was blocked will finally be clear
Or at least it would.... if you were here
May 22, 2016
May 22, 2016 at 1:04 AM UTC
I'd write something as beautiful as you are
But I don't think I could ever find the words
So, I'll use what I do know to flow this out
Maybe, just maybe muse in a clever verse
Something unique, like you doesn't come around too often
And if you're lucky enough to have that, then cherish it because your hard, beating heart will soften
The bitter cynicism will slowly, but oh so surely begin to rot away
The plants of doubt and insecurity that have taken root in the soul will wither and die today
The mind will no longer be cloudy, and the road that was blocked will finally be clear
Or at least it would.... if you were here
