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why, oh why, can't we lie here so. i've told you a million times, i just can't let you go. you are my sunshine, photosynthesis keeps me breathing. the second you close that door behind you, i swear i'll cease both living and seeing. without you i am midnight, shadows lurk around every turn. is it wrong to say i'm afraid of the dark, i need your light in my lantern to burn. one if by land, two if by sea, none if by chance you have gotten over me. you raise me up, the atlas to my globe. you give me direction, the road map to my world. i know i may be imperfect, but that's where the fun comes in. you can always trust me, to flinch as you tickle my skin. i may sometimes put my guard up, but a surely penetrable shield. you, my queen, are supreme, in both the wisdom and weapons you wield. you the cat and i the mouse, yet it's i who chases you round the house, a twisted relationship none will soon get, but perhaps that's why it hasn't started yet. if i were yin you'd be my yang, you keep me wholesome, you keep me sane. who knows which country you call your domain, i just wish i could say i knew your name...
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Aug 6, 2011
Aug 6, 2011 at 9:20 AM UTC
yin and yang
why, oh why, can't we lie here so. i've told you a million times, i just can't let you go. you are my sunshine, photosynthesis keeps me breathing. the second you close that door behind you, i swear i'll cease both living and seeing. without you i am midnight, shadows lurk around every turn. is it wrong to say i'm afraid of the dark, i need your light in my lantern to burn. one if by land, two if by sea, none if by chance you have gotten over me. you raise me up, the atlas to my globe. you give me direction, the road map to my world. i know i may be imperfect, but that's where the fun comes in. you can always trust me, to flinch as you tickle my skin. i may sometimes put my guard up, but a surely penetrable shield. you, my queen, are supreme, in both the wisdom and weapons you wield. you the cat and i the mouse, yet it's i who chases you round the house, a twisted relationship none will soon get, but perhaps that's why it hasn't started yet. if i were yin you'd be my yang, you keep me wholesome, you keep me sane. who knows which country you call your domain, i just wish i could say i knew your name...
noel-irion
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Aug 6, 2011
Aug 6, 2011 at 9:20 AM UTC
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