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These aren’t words
My words are mirrors
Reflecting the inner magnificence
That floats as you
I don’t want to be a writer
Call me a camera trying
To capture real moments
I’m not trying to be a poet
I’d rather be a tattoo artist
My words writing permanent
Feelings onto your soul
My love painting
Rembrandt oil stains
On perfect chest
Canvases beating
Marvelous
Baby you don’t walk
You float across my thoughts too
I’ve never heard your voice
Only angels whispering
She’s the one
Defying laws of nature
Rose blossoms even
When we aren’t together
I don’t write you poems
These are pictures
Of my perfect life
The life you made
You are the real poet
Write the best poems
Tell me you love me too
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