Someday I hope to write a
semantic symphony
for you and I
whoever you are.
I hope you read it and cry
from it's beauty
I hope you read it
and appreciate
the tears poured into it,
emotion evoked in it,
and the inspiration
splashed on every cream colored page
I hope you're okay if it's not
dedicated to you,
or if there is not a poem about you
I hope it's okay if I write about myself
It's the only thing I know how to do.
I hope you love the word semantic
and the meaning you give the meaning
You see I use a lot of repetition
because it's easy and cool,
but really,
I wish that I was Andrea, telling trees
that new leaves will come around in the spring
and that icicles can be kept in your freezer for gifts
Someday I hope to write a
semantic symphony
for you I.
Whoever you are.
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