To: You

To: You from LETTER

I apologize if this the wrong time…

But I’ve been waiting for your heart, like it’s a long line…

And I been waiting for my part, just in the wrong line…

And trust me I’ve been acting right, just had the wrong lines…

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I want you to be the heart of me… The start of me…

Pardon me…

If I’m hard to be…

With…

Hard to see with…

Hard to eat with…

Hard to sleep with…

But you,

See you soften me…

It often seems…

That I’m lost in things that are brought to me by others who don’t even know my dreams…

But you know my dreams…

Because you know yourself…

And you are my dream…

You are my feen…

You are my sing…

And yes I said sing, not song because you are more than words, but you are the beautiful action that makes me tingle inside…

And your indescribable manifestation creates waves that sound barriers can’t hide…

Do you feel me… yet

I do treasure you… yes

I guess…

I felt the need to want you, and now I want to need you…

Meet you…

See you…

Keep you…

Eat you…

Feed you…

Teach you…

Touch you…

Hold you…

Mold you…

Grow old with you…

And someday say, “I told you”…

That you’d be mine forever, if I ever got to know you…

So just, notice me…

To: Me

To: Me from LETTER

There’s a lightning bug in the sky…

You can’t ignore the sudden emergence of light…

Even though you know that you saw it, somehow you still seem to lose sight…

There’s a lightning bug in the sky…

He’s my shepherd, I’m his sheep…

So no matter where I eat, for me, the grass is always green…

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Contradictions…

Invisible, I mean I never was…

But I was…

I mean I never did, but I did…

I mean I never quit, but I quit…

And yet I still won, because he forgives…

The feeling of immortality used to make my thought process systematically unrealistic…

Now the thought of mortality seems to make my ambition less persistent…

Misinterpretation of my personality seems to affect me more than it should…

I used to look for consolation from those who I thought understood…

But its ok, and Imma be ok, and you’re gone be ok…

As for today…

You’re my brighter place…

At that moment when you realize that in spite of all your fears, and in spite of all your tears, everything is still worth it…

When you realize no money you acquire, or superficial things you desire, can ever make you perfect…

When you realize your mistakes are in the past, and whether good or bad, only the things you do for God will last…

When you realize that you are loved, and if you can’t see it here, you can always look above…

In that moment… In this moment…

God paid the price, so now you own it…

To: Butterfly Jack & Jill (2)

To: Butterfly Jack & Jill (2) from LETTER (Read over Daniel Caesar – Best part; Start at 26 sec)

Regret is much worse than fear…

Ask me…

I’ve known both, and shown both…

I own both, they’ve grown old…

So write me love letters in all caps…

But write them in midair with that invisible ink just like I taught you…

I fought you…

And brought you…

Closer to me, for me, for we…

For we hold these truths to be self-evident…

Evidently our founding fathers were in love…

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So when it seems like the sky’s falling…

Let the stars align with the red and white stripes, from past strife…

Let our flag be beautiful…

Replace blue with one of those heavenly colors that only God holds…

Only God knows…

Poetically, love is worth its weight in gold…

Theoretically, I’m a rich man from the stories we left untold…

Metaphorically, you are me…

Especially when you don’t want to be…

Especially when you don’t notice me…

But I’m you too…

When you’re active…

Or distracted…

When you’re angry…

Or you’re passive…

I’ve imagined…

How you look at yourself…

And then I look in the mirror…

And realize, you look at you just like I look at me…

In envy of my own reflection…

Because I see such beauty with very little inspection…

I see you…

Your hair…

Your stare…

Your care…

We share…

More than just air pockets filled with tears around our fears…

We are each other…

Butterfly Jack and Jill…