To You
I wrote 3 words
To show you I miss you
I wrote 3 more
To let you know how I feel
At the realisation
Of competition
I figured this letter
Needs a distinction
Padorn my insecurity
These pages go up to twenty
Dear, I don't know if am there yet
Still I say it
Hoping mutual
It will soon be
Hold your heart
swallow your pride
And let me take you
Through a journey of hearts
I didn't come riding a stallion
Just my dirty feet
Am no Prince Charming
But Charming you will see
Maybe I came a little hard on you
But clarity is all I seek
See, I've been feeling
This way for ages
Words boiling down my chest
So nauseating
Oh! What an ache
Will you let me take you
Or break
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