I lack color.
I lack depth.
I fall short.
under your wrath.
I feel small.
standing near your heart.
it's too big.
Fix it up, into boxes; assort.
I don't know where to start.
Boy, I want to fall.
so hard, and set our love apart.
from any other.
our love will grow tall.
in a garden grown in winter.
nothing now, no one else.
love has no cure.
just another.
I am talking to myself.
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