Burnt
My mind is burnt, I wish I knew the words to say to you to add a flame to the cinder that is the soul of you. But I already know that I have been approaching it the wrong way.
If I listened closely, I would have heard the words and felt your presence. You have always been here but I have not always heard you.
I want to be a part of you. I am not niave to believe that you complete me but I would not be the man I am today without you. And I think that says it all.
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Beautiful write reads well and flow is very smooth
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Very nice
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