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Letting It All Out

Let's get something straight,
I think I finally found me.
I know what I want,
And I hope you can see.

I know my life isn't sex,
'Cause I can't fuck every girl I kiss.
I know I only want one woman,
One girl that I don't want to miss.

My life is gonna turn good,
I want to know this for a fact,
For all of this shit-hole loneliness,
There must be happiness to be made up that before Iacked.

And I would like to believe,
That I found her already.
Therefore, I wouldn't have to look,
And my love for her would be steady.

If who I am thinking,
Just could be the one,
Then I would want her to know this,
And then our future would be more fun.

To begin I would say,
You physique is attractive,
But what I saw in your eyes,
Made me feel less offensive.

The mystery of you,
Is appealing to me.
And the beauty of you,
Is what I want to see.

If I had you for my own,
Until forever runs out,
You would be my priority,
Number one with out a doubt.

I believe that it's you,
That finally makes me complete,
It could only be true,
If you would repeat.

For it to be real,
It must run both ways,
For it to be love,
We must see it days upon days.

And the final piece,
For me would be fulfilled,
Would be for my family's security,
And their dreams never killed.

If she was right here,
Willing to hear what I said,
I would take any answer,
Me being happy or left for dead.

If she'd left me,
In the place where I stand,
It wasn't to be,
And take my new life by the hand.

For I would have to find someone new,
And see into her eyes,
Start this poem again,
Waiting for the surprise.

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