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the memo

i think i finally realized it
why we will never work out
the poet and the artist
it was written in the stars
the moment we met

don't tell me you didn't see it
because stars are art in their own way
and when i looked at you
the look on your face was destroying me
you saw it you saw it

the night you asked
if i loved you
it didn't really matter what
my response was
words don't matter if i don't show you

i could tell you a hundred things
and phrase it perfectly
but the words don't matter unless i
spin them, show them
instead of tell them

and you
i don't think you realized how much
words mean to me
until you drew my eyes
and showed them to me

believe me
my heart dropped and i smiled
within but baby
you need to tell me you love me
if you want me to stay

a/n: words and art go together and we just never got the memo