All Of You.


All Of You.

Paint a picture,

Write a scripture,

I’d do that all for you,

Hear me out, I implore you.


Why is it,

That we don’t seem to speak,

Why does our bond seem woefully weak?

Is there, in between, a fracture oblique?


I don’t know if I’m destined for success,

But I can’t possibly express,

The things I’d do all for you,

For I absolutely adore you.


Waiting for a rainbow, I face the rain,

But I wish we could begin again…

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