Words For You
Some days I wish I was a painter.
Until I remember that a blank canvas
and brush could never do you justice.
So I paint you with the smooth and steady stroke of my words.
I embrace the pieces of your soul even you leave unnoticed.
Other days I sit and wish I was a singer.
Able to woo you with a simple melody
But, no lyrics or notes will ever truly
show you how much you mean to me.
Everyday I am proud to be a writer.
Who gets to spend her time -
writing about you.
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