You Are Not
You are not a pile of dirt
You're my gold and my diamonds
My laugh and my flirt
You are not a terrible voice
You are my happiness
My smile and choice
You are not alone anymore
You are my only
And you I'll adore
You are not a selfish man
You're my sweetness
My friend and my new plan
You are not a pile of dirt
You have given love a new worth
You're my voice and my smile
And you're healing my hurt
*Dedicated to the boy who fearlessly rode a pink tricycle with tassled handlebars in WalMart for me*
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