hey you
with the eyes and the hair
sprouting from the brilliant head i'm yet to recognize
here i am, with nothing left to lose
life's been pretty giving, but pretty unfair.
the weight of living morphs in size

because when two pairs of shoulders
hold it together
it seems so much lighter,
doesn't it?

all those age old mistakes
were made for you
so i could learn how to piece me together
and see what we will make,
will you be ready too?

i can't wait to meet you,
whether we have or not,
i cannot wait to love you
the same and one, a true love knot.