Thursday, February 09, 2012

But Instead I Just Sit Here

If I captured your face a million times in paint,

would it show you the way I see you,

utterly perfect to me.

Because I look at all of this blank canvas and all I want to do is

draw you looking back my way.

I want to surround myself with your essence

displaying to the whole world that my world is made up of you.

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