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Mar 2016
Darling, you are my slice of heaven
In this crazy world
Josh Turner had it right
Angels fall sometimes
Little did he know
That you would drop
Into my life
A blessing out of disguise
A feeling of security
You, my dear, are my inspiration
You, without fail,
Catch me whenever I fall
A burden you most certainly are not
Everyone tells
I need to drop you
They just don't comprehend
How dear I hold you
Right ow the waters are rough
But I refuse to
Leave without fighting
I, with complete honesty,
Believe the Lord placed
Your soul -
your sweet, compassionate, selfless soul -
Into my life to heal mine
- My damaged, cruel, selfish heart -
You, my beloved,
Are living, loving proof
That angels fall sometimes
If I said you haven't changed me
I'd be liar
To you
Me
And everyone
You have loved me
Despite the obvious fact
I'm no saint
For the past
Four-hundred-ninety-five days
I have feared you would leave me
Because though angels fall sometimes
They can only wear blinders
For so long
I know how obnoxious I can be
I realize I am selfish
It scares me even more
That after over
Seven-hundred-five-thousand-six-hundred
Moments
My worst nightmare is coming to life
I'm standing on the platform
Kicking, screaming, crying
As I watch you ascend to oblivion
Why didn't I tell you how I feel sooner?
Is now too late?
Because if not, here I go:
You are the sun to my moon
I reflect the light you shine
You are the breath I breathe
My hero,
My role model
My inspiration
To better myself
You are Joker to my Harley
I know I can drive you crazy
That much is obvious
But you're my better half
Oh Dear, you are the
Dream I thrive on
But enough metaphors
Because those could be meaningless
Allow me to express how I feel:
My sweetheart, I need you
I love you like Ariel loves Eric
Except that my love runs so much deeper
Deeper than the Mariana's  Trench
I know I don't often exhibit it
But you complete me
I don't know how to say it
Without risking sounding selfish
-Then again we both know my high levels of conceit-
I need you like I need oxygen
******, I love you
I am not strong
No matter what you say
If I were
I would be able to move on and forget
I know that I will never
Experience such a
Red tulip sensation
Ever again
I don't want this to be the end
I'm sorry I haven't been what you need
As of late
But please
Let's just start over
It could go something like this,
"Hi"
"Hi"
And so forth
Rekindling the flame we started
Those
Four-hundred-ninety-five
Days ago
So,
"Hi"
Samm Marie
Written by
Samm Marie  22/F/Somewhere Between
(22/F/Somewhere Between)   
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       Lucinda Hikari, S G Arndt and Bailey
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