Woke up to another written text not sent
Flooded her with a dozen words to no end
I'm on the edge
Scared to go all in
And she's on my mind
Living in my pen
In a gallery of things I should've said
I still see her in this song
I see her in this poem
They say practice what you preach
I've been practicing alone
I've taken stress out of my life
Penning all these odes
Pending on her presence
That's a heart of gold.