Yes Sir

I wanted to put into words, the scent of failure and pain, I wanted to quote a well read author, about love and enduring the rain,

My brilliant tapestry of colors, laid out for all to see, then I wanted to point out the patches, the rips and tears inside of me.

I wanted to cover you with it, to show you my warmth and desire, I wanted to protect you from the rain, instead give you passion and desire,

I needed to prove that my inside is as beautiful as it can be, unfiltered and treated gently, with time I am sure you will see,

I put my self down on the ground, only to see myself fly once again, I sought for lost words I messed up and gathered them into a bin,

A box of precious things, they are a steady and sure growth within, in lies my heart, my self confidence and my poetry pen,

I wanted to share my self, show you my tattered and broken soul, how it glimmers and sparkles wonders, more than ever before,

I give you my peace and esteem, to believe in the best of all around, for you too are a miracle, you are a treasure to be be found,

I thank you for treating me so lovely, for giving this healing heart a hand, I am forever grateful and am not worthy, even if you shall say that I am,

I press my lips against yours so gently, I wrap my hand around you so tight, for the path ahead is unknown, but it is something that just feels right

 

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