I see you,
And I am taken,
To the edge of,
Of the known.
*
I am almost,
Where I have,
Wanted to be,
For so long.
*
I want to,
Hear about,
Your life,
Like my favourite song.
*
And then at the end,
Of the night,
I just want,
To take you home.
Author: The Pesky Poet
Never assume that you are no good at what you love as if you love it enough you will make it better. Take that form a dyslexic who was told they would never be able to write with any quality.
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