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04/02/2016

For Him

Maybe this would be easier to write about if it was a topic that could be defined.
Sadly, in spite of generations of poets and songwriters taking their stab, the concept flouts every definition ever defined.
I think that's why it enchants me.
And all those with a hearts craving for a pen, that we may at last find a way, to contain in words..
How I feel when you say my name
How it can feel steady, comfortable and still make your stomach hover.
I may never find a way to express how I feel
but I will always write.
Until my hands are sore and I beg you to kiss them.
And you might, with that crooked smile
And I will melt again
But when my pen hits the paper, I will only remember that dammed smile
That smile, and all my poetic sense will be lost once again

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