and if i could write for, one last time
and if i could write for,
one last time
i’d write, so as to tell
that girl
that oh, i stumbled upon
around here
as to how much really
did i want to
paint myself
in her exquisite eyes
and if i could write for,
one last time
i’d write about
giving the biggest hug
to that girl
who oh, just so heartbreakingly wrote
about her crying
herself to sleep
on a night,
wherein
all that she needed
was to be held
and if i could write for,
one last time
i’d write,
so as to tell
that girl
who oh was shamed
for having big breasts
as to how
she was perfect
just the way she is
and if i could write for,
one last time
i’d write,
so as to tell
that girl
who oh believed herself
to be useless
that oh she isn’t
and
that oh she can
the first stanza,
talks about a girl, that i read around here, who had the prettiest eyes, that oh, i had ever seen, such that i couldn’t help but dream of painting myself within them.
the second stanza,
talks about a girl, who oh shared parts to her, that were just so heartbreaking, that after having read her, all that i wanted to do, was to give her a big hug.
the third stanza,
talks about a girl, who shared as to how she was shamed and called names, just because she had big breasts, such that she began to hate them, wanting to change, knowing not that oh she was perfect, just the way she is.
the fourth stanza,
talks about a girl, who wrote as to how she thought of her to be absolutely useless, when oh she just wasn’t.
with love.
. . . 
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