I Felt Like Rhyming. ðŸ˜

As I put my fingers to the keyboard, I dream of thoughts to record.

What feelings are worth to let pour, and what others should I keep in store?

Seconds turn to minutes, minutes to hours, before hours turns to days I decide to hit the showers.

Maybe I’ll just call it a day, let my head lay, then after I rise I’ll just let it all spray.

Maybe attention they’ll pay, to all the pain that I show, to all the joy that I feel, for my desire to grow.

Into a man that became greater than any prediction, one that always stood by his convictions. One that always took the time to listen. The man that always found what his life was missing.

I miss you dear, right now I wish it was your lips I’m kissing. From now until I die I will always belong to you. It doesn’t ever matter what we’re going through.

Come hell or high water, I’ll be right there by your side. Come hell or high water I’m ready to ride or die.

No matter what comes in the future you will always have my heart. Nothing not even death could ever tear us apart.

The picture that we’re painting is really a work of art, and I’ve always known it right from the very start.

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