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Feb 2013
I'd like to think that we're supposed to be,
That maybe you were brought to me.
By some higher power or a twist of fate,
To prove to me that it isn't too late.

To live a little and feel things like new,
To fall in love with someone like me, and I with someone like you.
To walk in the sunset hand in hand,
Or on the beach with our toes in the sand.

Every time I'm with you, I fall deeper and deeper,
Every time I say your name, I decide that you're a keeper.
I don't know who I'm going to be, or what I'm going to do.
But I believe that I'll be safe if my future holds you.

So, truth be told, name it, and I'll do whatever you say.
I'd walk or run anywhere you'd like, even if it took all day.
I'd cheer you on and up, or take your hits, or build you up again.
I fear these words, but honestly, I'd even be just a friend

I would scream at others who'd call you names, even though they wouldn't.
I'd push ice cream in someone's face to make you laugh, even though I shouldn't.
Everything you want from me, I will definitely do.
Because I would do anything to be closer to you.
Brooklyn
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