Tate Cullway
Amends for thou
Being you makes perfection feel a fool
If I can dream, why do I contemplate
For you will never understand the things I do
Because love is a gift we complicate
Oh forgive me I have been loving blind
How I wish you'd see past my flesh and bone
You sink deeper than naked eyes find
Not just seeds, but the flower that has grown
Love...not a feeling, but necessity
Like a butterfly, I'll set you free now
Stifled emotions get the best of me
If meant to be, meet me at the pink cloud
It's a broken heart that awaits repair;
Love will conquer at my darkest despair
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