With you I know, you'd fulfill my life.
I want to be bound to you, my wife.
Bound to each other, you can have my heart.
If you need, I'll be wherever you are.
I look up at the stars, because they brighten my night.
These pages are full, yet I continue to write.
When you leave, it hurts because we're apart.
If I break again, I'll have a stone, where I once had a heart.
Born into a world full of idiots in disguise,
It's true but we're just trying to get by.
We're not cats, no we don't have nine lives,
I guess everything's worth a try.
Falling for the people with starry eyes,
Fighting all the half true lies.
I don't know where I'd be if you wasn't there,
you're someone special no-one else can compare.
I apoligise for this unbaring delay,
as I write you the sweetest love letter essay.
These mirrors never show you what's on the inside,
I see the perfection, something you can't deny.
Slowly you unwound the bandage,
that hid my life of unhealable damage,
This feeling you give me, it makes me feel brave,
like I'm the only one that you'd ever save.
Because with you, I know I don't have to pretend,
I love you a lot more than I could ever love a friend.
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28 April 2013