I don't know this will go,
but who cares,
It's just me,
myself,
and I,
and these words flowing from within me and out,
When I look at those eyes,
The words pour out,
Yet I stay still,
In the space I know best,
If only I could put the words staining on my lips to the test,
You'd know it's not because you are beautiful,
It is because I know that you kind,
When I saw your smile,
I knew that you were worth my while,
So maybe this is a work in progress,
But I know that this is something true,
and maybe you can see it too,
let's hope for sometime.
Sep 29, 2018
Sep 29, 2018 at 1:53 PM UTC
I don't know this will go,
but who cares,
It's just me,
myself,
and I,
and these words flowing from within me and out,
When I look at those eyes,
The words pour out,
Yet I stay still,
In the space I know best,
If only I could put the words staining on my lips to the test,
You'd know it's not because you are beautiful,
It is because I know that you kind,
When I saw your smile,
I knew that you were worth my while,
So maybe this is a work in progress,
But I know that this is something true,
and maybe you can see it too,
let's hope for sometime.
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