I stand looking out this window pane as my head rest against its walls
I can feel the change in climates as my winders crawl.
If only I can make you love me like I envision it!
Massage me when my body aches for its comfort,
tease me when the fan reveals the moisture of my stroke.
Am I not worth being loved to my expectations?
Signatures signed...
Can I receive your vote?
If only I can make you love me like I envision it!
Attention to details is free but for your focus I must pay.
Pay with the lost feeling of what to be loved is all about.
If only I could mold you from this fiery clay!
a canvas painted with not of fantasy but DOUBTS!
If only I can make you love me like I envision it!
D.Sharp
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