Daniel Regan · Feb 20, 2012
It's... (03/21/09)

its you,
that makes my heart race,
that makes my face blush,
that makes my speech rushed,

its me,
that always makes things worse,
that feels like he's always cursed,
that feels his heart about to burst,

its they,
that say its not meant to be,
that cannot see us as we,
that doesn't understand me,

its we,
that know true love,
that can rise above it all,
that has fallen but will stand up tall,

it is forever,
that we will be,
side by side,
for eternity.

 
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