Not Really
I could write five million words about you
And all of them would be true
But none of it would be enough
Not really.
I could write five million poems about you
Sonnets, limericks, haikus
But none of it would be enough
Not really.
I could draw five million pictures about you
And with every single kind of color, too
But none of it would be enough
Not really.
I could write five million journal entries about you
And every single cute thing you do
But none of it would be enough
Not really.
None of it would be enough
To describe what it is I'm feeling.
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