THE THOUGHT

How old am i
when in my eyes
expectations aren’t meant by design
like a one way relationship with no room to divide

Think

About that through out your day as time goes by
with each letter that i type equaling you being mine
like a riddle wrapped in a puzzle giving you all indications of what i mean

As

thoughts of you linger in my mind composed
with you becoming the sound & also the musical note
with my eyes closed
i can see your reflection from head to toe

Consume

What i just said; your insecurities should be swallowed
does this make these emotions feel hollow
when even if i’m not there you know
i’ll love you everyday of my life including today & all my tomorrows

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