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Mar 2015
Strumming on a string
Singular notes
Becoming a singular song
Building a tune

The feel, the mood
Creating a space
Open for the taking

Because a song is nothing
If it makes you feel nothing
And a feeling is nothing
If it's not relatable

After establishing
How you feel
Next come the words
You know how to say them
But the timing
Means everything

Stringing together
A feeling
With words
To tell another
How you feel

Three words
Eight letters
They just don't feel like enough
I love you.
Written by
Layla Emory Holt  F/USA
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