Are You really there?
Listening to my thoughts within thoughts?
How confused I must be,
Consumed in every day living,
When the important things in life,
Are obsolete,
We are perceived to be,
Beyond saving.
It's not my job to save you,
I'm nothing more than a man,
I bleed,
I bleed,
I bleed,
When you cut me.
The trouble I have with you,
It seems far from tangible,
I can't seem to wrap my brain around it,
You are everywhere,
Yet so attentive,
Give me Your Heart,
So tender, passionate, and strong,
I yearn to hold You close.
There doesn't seem to be,
A single word to describe You,
Everything...
...falls short.
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