THINGS WE DO
Things we do.
And all we don’t.
Words I say are not to be meant.
The sense of you never leaves me.
You are my all;
I know I don’t say much
But words I say are not to be meant.
Save for worship.
Things we do.
And all we don’t.
I ache to carve my thoughts on paper
But words I say are not cohesive.
You are my all;
That hasn’t changed.
The sense of you never leaves me.
Save for love.
In good or bad I will be here;
Cause the sense of you never leaves me.
And you are the merit of every word.
by MEG
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