I can't paint you anything
because the amazing images
in my head can't be drawn
by anybody's hands
Nor can I sing you a song
'Cause I think your golden voice
is much way bettter than mine
Nor can I play for you
'Cause my hands tremble
when my mind sends me
to the idea of you, watching me
Nor can I build you a beautiful house
And I guess I don't need one
'cause you are my home
But I can cook you dinner
Massage your head
and brush your hair
Hug you all day
when things are
just too much to bear
I'm not the best at everything,
but I can be very good to you.
- Marclesza Gee
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 7:57 PM UTC
I can't paint you anything
because the amazing images
in my head can't be drawn
by anybody's hands
Nor can I sing you a song
'Cause I think your golden voice
is much way bettter than mine
Nor can I play for you
'Cause my hands tremble
when my mind sends me
to the idea of you, watching me
Nor can I build you a beautiful house
And I guess I don't need one
'cause you are my home
But I can cook you dinner
Massage your head
and brush your hair
Hug you all day
when things are
just too much to bear
I'm not the best at everything,
but I can be very good to you.
- Marclesza Gee
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