You are the pictures I paint and the doodles I draw
And the chords I strum on my old guitar.
You are the song in my head when I can't sleep
And the love I feel, so strong, so deep.
I am a passerby on a busy street,
And a single pair of shoes in a world full of feet.
I am ordinary in all the ways you are not,
I'm just another face you've long forgot.
© 2015
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Poetry"Tomorrow's not promised. It may not arrive. So why do we waste The days we are alive?" A collection of poems and songs. #81 in Poetry | April 28, 2015 © 2015
