I think
I see your eyes, The glow of your soul, Your silent cries Are something I behold Your hand I hold, The thoughts you portray, Are of finest gold Even with the games you play I think about you, When you are gone Yes it's true Maybe it's a little wrong But I do, Yes I do. You hold on tight, To your own opinions, Whether or not they're right There are no other options I think I love you, But I am not sure Is it true? Could it be you? You refuse to listen to lies, To the fake cries, Tears are useless to you Unless they are real and true I am sorry to say That it's you I think about every day You may not know, But I think I do I think about you, Everyday I do I think I love you, But you'll never love me too |
That was beautifully written. I like simple rhymes like this. It makes me think of those folks with guitars on street corners singing love ballads. They always make me feel so warm and happy.
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Thank you! I love that too, and like to try to convey the simple artist on the street corner vibe in my writing!
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