You are mine and I am yours.
Captured in such powerful jaws.
We thrive as we  strive to survive.
Upon each other.
Wishes made of dandelion down.
You always smile.
I always frown.
The clown of the class and the silly lass.
We catch snowflakes made of mistakes.
That melt on touching hands so warm.
Do you love me?
Of that I'm not sure.
For I am the pauper outside of the door.
I don't want you really.
I never did.
(c)LIVVI