Unread Books
You're not some unread book left upon a dusty shelf
You're more than deserving of a love so great all by yourself
And I can't begin to describe
How happy you make me feel to be alive
You're more than the pictures on these walls.
The more that I see you, the more that I fall.
And as vast and open as the world can be,
Seven billion people but here you are with me.
You're more than that feeling you're holding in
One day you'll just have to let someone in
To feel the love that you were more than needing
So let's just start this life by believing
You're worth more than all the stars in the sky
I hate that you always have to question why
Cause every time I see you, the whole world shines
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