Profound Words

Have you ever been in the situation,
Where you just want to craft something for 'the special',
But you know, you might not gonna be good enough?


Other times, you'll end up having nothing to present to them,
Because of your insecurities of flaws that they might found.
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.
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"Write about me", he said happily.
It was a goddamn test, I thought.
Then suddenly, that little friend of mine called What If, came and played her part.


"What If says he might not like it", she said as I listened.
"What If says he might think you're not that good", I started to worried.
"What If says he might not understand", I doubted what I wrote.
"What If says he might think you're an utter bullshit", I stopped writing.


As I stopped, I realized:
I do not know how to break him into words.
All I know is that I want to give him something.


"What If says he might want you to have it the other way", and this time, I think she was right.


Words are precious, once somebody's got to write about you, you'll live forever.
At least as a legacy in their creations.
In other words, if I write about him, I give him life.


But, I want to do it the other way.


I want to give him life, in a way he could never thought of.
I want to give him life, even in tiniest bits of things.
I want to give him life, through the smiles and the tears.
I want to give him life, because he gave me one.


And this,
Is a repay.
Consider this,
As your oxygen.