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Written For the Only One; 7/18/11 5pm-ish
Jul. 19th, 2011 09:43 pmThe poet I am has forgotten all her pretty words.
All her clever turns of phrases have gone
clean out of her head.
The woman I am knows this is true:
That I love you
I need you
I want you every moment
with every living part of me.
Do you need more?
Should I say it better?
Then teach me a new language
and I'll learn to write for you alone.
(no, this isn't written with purpose. as someone once said, everything I write is about me...except when it isn't ;) I was listening to something or other and this popped into my head. but someday...)
All her clever turns of phrases have gone
clean out of her head.
The woman I am knows this is true:
That I love you
I need you
I want you every moment
with every living part of me.
Do you need more?
Should I say it better?
Then teach me a new language
and I'll learn to write for you alone.
(no, this isn't written with purpose. as someone once said, everything I write is about me...except when it isn't ;) I was listening to something or other and this popped into my head. but someday...)