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Nov 2015
I just want to feel you like the sand feels the ocean.. I want to be the hydration latheringΒ Β your skin. I want to be your exhale every time you breathe in.. I want to be your friend.. I want to be the one you call when your world starts coming to an end.. When you're stuck in the shallow waters I want to be the one guiding you through the deep end. My hand to you I will lend.. I want to be your yield sign.. Your "slow down lets just feel" sign. Your "let's fake it till it becomes real" sign. Your "I need you like junkies need to steal" sign... When you flip your pillow over, I want to be the cool side. After long and stressful days, I want to be your good vibe.. When you look into my eyes I want to be your "everything is going to be alright" .. I want to be your favorite poem to recite. Your favorite fruit to bite. Your favorite tear to cry. Or like your favorite bike ride.. I want to be your favorite memory. Your favorite piece of history.. I want to be your favorite picture in every gallery. Your favorite song to sing. When you're sad and need an easy fix to make you smile, I want you to think of me. I want to be your favorite pages to read. I want to be your last missing puzzle piece. I want to be your fresh fries from Mickey D's. Assuming you like Mickey D's. You see. I just want to matter to you. I just want to climb this ladder with you. I want to build with you. Everything inside of me that was ever empty I want to fill with you... And you'll be my favorite part of me. And if you ever walk away you'll be taking my heart from me.. You'll be my favorite hard cd. Better than the digital copy if you ask me. You'll even be the rhythm to my heartbeat. If you take a stethoscope and place it to my chest I swear you'll hear your name on repeat. You'll be my Sunday sunrise. My grandmas homemade pies that I don't even know if I ever tried but if I'm wrong you'll be my right. My lullaby putting me to sleep at night. My glasses forever improving my sight, without you I might as well be blind. And when I look at my "ever after", you'll be my "happily". That is only if you want to be. I'm not forcing you, just know you got this hold on me and if you say no, I'll probably still be holding on while you let go of me. Because you have this terrible control over me. You'll still be my heartbeat, probably just beating a new song. One I don't care to sing along you see. You'll probably still be what's right when everything is wrong. You'll even still be my comfort place when I don't feel like I belong. I can't help it. When we were together I felt this warmth, and I know you felt it. Because you melted... So yeah you'll always have a hold on me, as I will you. Because our hearts will always be left with the fingerprints of the one who held it....
Keandra Woods
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   Lucinda Hikari
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