Love
Sitting by the water, sand like a bed, fresh rings, hand in hand.
"Can you believe it?"
"No, I can't."
Here I am stuck in a fantasy, stuck in another reality.
I feel accepted.
Wanting to be somebody, somebody who cares.
More than the average.
"I'll take your hand and kiss it for the rest of our lives."
Be ready when your heart decides a beat is not enough for the moment, complete.
Don't cry and be wise.
Be you, be me.
Overtime in a bed next to me
I wouldn't miss a moment
But I have to feel complete.
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