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Dec 2012
I'd open with a Dear or Love
I think I'd say I love you
But the truth is not between your lungs
The truth is high above you
The days of late we have converged
Inside the smallest room
I'd glance at you and hear you laugh
Her face would bring me gloom
I've wanted to say this for some time
I've felt it even longer
But with each darkened day that falls
My lips become weaker, not stronger
I use this letter to save my lips
From letting certain secrets slip
And use my fingers to write you this
Though I doubt you'll read it
The thought of holding you to me
Brings me these pleasant shudders
But when I think to ask you for it
Only silence my lips sputter
You are all I've asked for
But not what I thought I'd need
I've never been one to follow
The rules I do not heed
I imagined you much different
But with still the same wonder
You're caliber of similarity
Has torn my head asunder
Your beauty has no ends it seems
Though you do not uphold it
You only show it when you sing
And it alights my spirit
I've know you all my life in dreams
My patience broken like a bough
If I told you, you might appear confused
And you might ask me how
I'd smile sweetly and sit you down
Then it would never be the same
After I said I'd known you all my life
But I had never known your name
Robyn
Written by
Robyn  Seattle, WA
(Seattle, WA)   
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