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Oct 2016
So here we are, Dressed in the same skin that touched,
Days that turned to nights, Nights that turned to magic.
The same minds, more like chaos. Labyrinths.
Filled with treasures & nightmares,
Angels & Demons. Tricks & mysteries.
The same beaten down hearts
That we have so gracefully sewn back together
With thread made of the same stuff forevers are made of.
I've watched out my window a while now,
seasons of change, skies sunny to gray.
I've ran out of fingers and toes counting the # of days
The daydreams I've had are always the same. & they stay.
Each time the seasons change, there we lay.
Each time the summer ends,
colored leaves being to dance in the breeze, there we play.
Like children, amused & amazed.
Never quite getting to the frosty cold.  
There, in that place, I have learned
Our hearts beat a little slower, hands touch a little softer
minds wonder instead of race, eyes glisten instead of glance.
But instead, here we are... 1000 miles away.
Should a million moons rise & fall, I will stay.
Should rain fall like today, drown me in my darkest days, i will stay.
Should the silence scream at me for days on end, tho deafening, i will stay.
Should mistakes be made with haunting regrets, i will stay.
Should days seem like months, & the months turn to years, I will stay.
I will stay in this skin, where your touch has poured over every hated scar.
Covering them all. Leaving behind a shimmer of whats become
My fondest memories. So here I stay, Cherishing the skin I'm in.
I will stay lost in this maze of a mind.
Passing the evil i have seen & done. Revisiting the beauty.
The things i believe in, the things you've said, in my mind.  
The better, replaying.  The worse, unforgotten.
I will stay, beating to the rhythm of this heart of mine.
The way i love & the things i love, coursing through my veins.
Should time go on & my body old,
Should my lungs grow weak from all the smoke they hold,
Should you get locked away from a world so rare
I too will have shackles to wear.  
Whether a thousand extra miles & a million extra moons,
I will never stop loving you. A love I've known not before.
Because i believe, My Dear,
We are made of the same stuff forevers are made of.
& forevers never go away. So forever I will stay.
Written by
Amber Lake  Orlando
(Orlando)   
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