You are that poem that I always meant to write
my sudden inspiration too intrinsic, too complex, too deeply felt for me to express
You are that picture I always meant to take
the button my finger is hovering over to capture the moment i’m too busy living to press
You are the song that I always meant to sing
beautiful melody haunting my every thought so completely, just the thought of recreating it steals my breath away
You are the words that I always meant to release
wishing the problem was the lack of the right time or place but the only thing I can truly say is that I’ve been afraid of change
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