I’m writing to YOU,
one of the hardest things
I’ve had to do.

The sun is begging release
from those fluffy white clouds.
The blossoms are kissed
by the morning dew,
battling with the sun.
He tosses towels of rays,
warming their stems
I’m writing to YOU,
even while you’re lost in
amongst the flowers and sun,
head in the clouds

I’m torn between love and fear
I apologize for
never granting you
a glimmer of a chance
I’m sorry I let you believe
you’ve had to reach higher.
You’ve been good enough
all along,
without touching the stars.
Stay away from the edge

I’m in a torn position
between love and conviction
trying to convince you to
love all that makes you, you
Love, me




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