She Told Me
Yea she told me she's the stars in the night,
As I wonder why she walks away,
She's so lovely so bright I might,
Ask her why she brings me a ray,
For I stare at the sky, she's walks alone,
I question with why, am I fine I know my zone,
She comes to me when I'm alone at night with my thoughts,
Am I imagining what I see from her,
A reason she told me her beauty lies,
To impress her is hard, I run towards her,
To realize she's far from where I lie,
She's my home when I catch her,
Emptiness inside;
She says I love the way you write,
You paint a art in my heart,
You melt the words so right,
Some shall see some shall fall apart,
You make me lay here under the stars with you,
You have words that are cage that a page,
Can't hold there's more to your age,
You have a heart willing to spill,
You have a way to express yourself,
You feel what you feel that's fill,
Your writing is one of kind like nobody else;
If so why will,
I write will time tell,
You say what you say,
But everyday I wait,
Until midnight I tell,
A tale I wish you well but wait.
Written: 9/16/15
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