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Maggie Banks Dec 2014
You
It's a funny story of how we met,
But you get me in a way that no one else gets.
The way you smile,
The way you wave,
You make me strong and you make me brave.
But above all things, I can't explain,
You've been there through everything.
I fell for you hard, like I never have before.
In my life, you've opened a new door.
You're the one who makes me happy,
When sorrow makes me feel that I can't breathe.
Darling, you're the only thing I want,
You're the only thing I need.
You're my one, you're my only,
And my everything.
Maggie Banks Dec 2014
Your name is calling to me,
Like the rain pouring on my windowsill.
At 2am,
As I lie here, restless,
but with tired eyes.
Re living the past, I so
profoundly wish I could've
changed.
Oh, the way it felt to fall asleep next to you,
Butterfly kisses, at 2am.
Just as we layed there, restless.
With tired eyes,
we visioned our future.
As the rain poured on our windowsill.

— The End —