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Trierweiler Liz

This is not a love poem.



I thought of painting you a picture,
but you know that I can't paint.

I thought of composing you a song,
but you know I have never learned how to play an instrument.

I thought of dancing for you,
but I feel like it's never good enough.

I thought of singing for you,
but when I see you I loose my voice.

I thought of writing you a love poem,but I failed.
Yes I failed.
I write hundreds of words everyday.
But each time I try to write something for you,
I loose my voice.
I don't find my words.
And the paper stays all white.




Envoyé: 07:35 Tue, 10 March 2015 par: Trierweiler Liz