I wish my words would caress your soul
I want my heart to speak your language
I wish I could paint your mind sinful
I want to put your brain onto a stage.
I try to yell mountains but you hear a hill
I try to paint waterfalls but you see streams
I yearn to dance the breeze yet you hear nill
I aim to preach worlds but its a distant dream.
Jul 20, 2019
Jul 20, 2019 at 3:46 AM UTC
I wish my words would caress your soul
I want my heart to speak your language
I wish I could paint your mind sinful
I want to put your brain onto a stage.
I try to yell mountains but you hear a hill
I try to paint waterfalls but you see streams
I yearn to dance the breeze yet you hear nill
I aim to preach worlds but its a distant dream.
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