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Sep 2014
I painted a picture in my head of me and you
Moving past all the obstacles that we've been through
Love is wicked in as much as cruel
But that wasn't the picture that I drew

I've been painting a picture in my head of me and you
Falling apart as we grew
I fell for you, and got bruised
And now my heart...wished only better, it had knew

I will paint a picture in my head of me and you
Two of us as one, a part of the lucky few
Who finally feels love, and bask in its morning dews
I will paint a picture,........ a picture of me loving you
A painted picture doesn't necessarily have to be what is....it can be what will be.
Emmanuel Coker
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Emmanuel Coker  London
(London)   
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