There’s a flow to this poem
It’s not just sentences,
Or little phrases
There is a purpose, a reason
For writing my feelings,
On this page
It’s everything I’ve always wanted to say,
Everything I’m afraid of
As I bare my soul for all to see,
An empty canvas
To be painted upon
Mold me
Shape me
Make me
Into anything that you want
Into anything that you need
I’ll provide for you
Just like He provides for us
I only ask,
That you do the same
Do the same for me
That I’ll always be around to do for you
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