Writers block,
distant thoughts fill my head
Alluring hopes Keep me coming back
anticipating something that may never happen
You're a bird singing in the winter time
You're an aria of sound
blowing in the wind
the refrain to my song
a simple tune I've known all along
You are beautifully flawed perfection
before my eyes
a foreign language I understand,
Speak to my heart
You are a misunderstood work of art
You're the refrain to my song
Beautifully flawed
protection in my eyes
... but what is it you see
When you look at me?
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