The Confession
If I was lyricist
I'd write a song
About how my hands
Are afraid of writing
Love poems about you
Because of the pain
They can sense
From your love
Your capability cracks them
Every time I think of you
And try to walk on these stanzas
I burst into tears
It's like I'm a chef
Who likes the flavor of onions
Cause every time he slices one
It gets straight into his eyes
And have him express his love for it
In the form endurance
And his feelings for it
In tears
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