darling i know you're feeling down
your life being like week old toast
your life being so hard
you tell me you're not pretty
you tell me you're not smart
and that your sarcastic and stubborn
so i write down these words
trying to describe
how you look in my world
how i imagine every day in yours
your beauty dances in my eyes
and i keep repeating the same steps
just to get another glimpse
throwing down my words
into your forest of intelligence
you cut away the weeds
keeping the wildflowers
so what if you're a little sarcastic
i need that to keep my ego in check
so i reach out to hold your hand
it needs to be warmed by you
stretching out my arms
fit into the cavity of my tired torso
don't ever dream you're anything of the above
cause that would be
your hand slipping away from me
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