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You fall to your knees
You beg, you plead
We've been dreaming but who can deny
It's the best way of living between the truth and the lies
Won't you believe all the things I see in you
See through my eyes
Won't you believe
Tears falling down again
You always know when I am lost in thought it seems, and it can be a good thing because it is not always good thought, and it seems as if turning my thoughts to you seems to summon you as if you have ESP or can just hear my inner voice, brushing and touching and it just feels so much lighter when you are here. I feel like I’m walking up on the clouds or something equally silly, and like nothing can ever bring me down. My bottle green eyes are likely hazy just from your presence, and truly it’s more heaven than heaven is in itself to have you here- breathing, touching, tickling, mine. It’s very much so different than any other feeling, more intoxicating than any powder or liquid, and while some say it’s more dangerous- I just don’t buy any of that junk as I nuzz and softly lap my tongue- because this- just this- is pure. A whispery whimper is what I have given to your ears, and you and you alone are given to hear such a sound. “Aren’t I always? It seems so…”
You can always quell the storm, or raise it as you so desire, you can make my breath hitch or quicken as you please, you can make me stop in my tracks or sprint as fast as my body can handle, you can put the stars and constellations in my eyes, you can make my days clear and bright, and the day that sees us falling is the day the world ends, and may that day never surface. I will speak these words only to your always attentive ears, as they are only meant for you. My green eyes are bright, and so are my hopes and dreams all because you picked me up from a graveyard of souls and put the shattered pieces back together. Never will this world see us falling, never shall they catch us without hope or dreams, never will your enchanted and ethereal voice fail to reach me. Never will I fail to come running when called. Never will another hold so much control of me, have the reigns to my heart, or meld the pieces that break back together. I would be lost without you. I would be inexistent. I make myself from what I desire to be for you, and to prove I am yours. My eternal love.
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