Another old draft... Not so much a fan of this one, but oh well.
I can put words into short lines, so I did that last night:
I wish I were a poet
To capture what I feel inside
To project it clearly
In a way where people understand and
Know me
I wish I were a musician
And could express my elation, my joy
The sadness, the confusion
In a way that people would hear and
Be moved
There's something very special
About hearing and being heard
Which is how I felt when I met you
I wish I were a poet
To capture what I feel inside
To project it clearly
In a way where people understand and
Know me
I wish I were a musician
And could express my elation, my joy
The sadness, the confusion
In a way that people would hear and
Be moved
There's something very special
About hearing and being heard
Which is how I felt when I met you
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