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Nov 2012
I'm no William Shakespeare
Or Edgar Allan Poe
I'm just the average
Insane guy who's in love

I'm no Vincent van Gogh
Or Leonardo de Vinci
I'm just the guy
Who's art keeps him somewhat sane

I'm no one special
Or going to be
But I'm the guy
With a heart made just for her

Every word in every poem
I've ever written about love
Was just for her
And some were dark I know

Every line in every drawing
I've ever drawn with her name
Was a memory for her
Because I know I'll fade and die

Just one day
All I dream of
Is to be able to call her mine
To hold her and love her

I would give anything
To kiss her
To say I love her
And share this love with her

But everything I want to do
Every memory I want to create
I can only make
With a pencil and a piece of paper

I will never have a chance
To really create those moments
Or indulge in her beauty
I just have to look at it from a distance

I'm the guy
No one knows about
Or even bothers to know
I'm the one fading and dying alone

I told the world this before
I'm a no body
My poetry can't define me
Because usually it's not me I'm writing about
Robert Guerrero
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Robert Guerrero
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