I write raw, I write rough, but I keep writing about you. Because they look beautiful, when I read them thinking of you… See me from those eyes again, I saw all my world in, once; Hear me from those ears again, I whispered all my love in, once. And it’s not just me Even these words turn so beautiful, when I describe you, The thoughts always turn picturesque, when I imagine you. Stains left, each time I write you, isn’t of the ink I write, It’s your memories which I want to, but could never write…
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