I Might Not Be Much
I don't claim, to be,
what the world, may see,
already they know, what's on their list.
The absolute measure, of what, to treasure,
they believe, truly exist.
All I am, is me,
who I am, I am definitely.
Only my love, I can offer, to you.
Genuine is my heart, right from, the start,
no matter, all the way, through.
Please don't you push on,
because it gives, you a cushion,
wanting to keep me, at bay.
Me you may not find, what you had, you were blind,
as you, went on, to send, me away.
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