How can I say I love you,
in a thousand different ways
How can I show you love
when it’s not on my mind
My love for you is paling
Compared to how you love
Scars and feelings tearing
Freedom slowly flows
Art is an expression,
of my own love for you
But how can this expression
be more than my inflection?
My love for you is failing
compared to who you are
It’s scary to me also
how shallow my life is
There’s nothing other in me
but somehow carry on
What’s wrong is the beginning
the beginning of a song
English Vintner
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