By it dosent matter
Date: 6 October 2000
a brilliant lie
i would sing a song for you
to make the heavens weep
sustenance to fields of flowers
if i could only sing
i would write poetry
so grand to last the ages
loves to come would wish for us
if i could only write
i would paint you so that others
would know how lucky i am
to have a wish made flesh
but i cannot paint
i would in some way
wish to make immortal
what we have together
but i have none
does this make my love less?
does it make it weak?
that no matter how hard i try
i can only be me?
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