We make our own reality
without a word
of vocabulary
tell me a story
write it in the stars
sing my blessings
shout my praises
tell me that you love me
by spelling out my name
in your mind
and in mine.
tell me our voice comes from above
its all better for the wiser,
who knows who to love
who to love
and that's you
and that's me
and that's you
and that's
telepathy
Mar 26, 2018
Mar 26, 2018 at 10:14 PM UTC
We make our own reality
without a word
of vocabulary
tell me a story
write it in the stars
sing my blessings
shout my praises
tell me that you love me
by spelling out my name
in your mind
and in mine.
tell me our voice comes from above
its all better for the wiser,
who knows who to love
who to love
and that's you
and that's me
and that's you
and that's
telepathy
another realm of love
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