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Sep 2014
When I'm with her,
I see the blue skies
so much clearer than I could,
when I was fed with all these lies.

She makes me think,
of times way before,
she reminds me of things,
that the people in my life are worth
so much more.

I thank her for that,
in the times we hold hands,
in the kisses that we share,
no not on the lips,
not yet, not yet there.

It makes me ache a little more,
when I lean in,
just to brush her cheeks and neck,
she makes me confused,
by just a simple peck.

We're the only one who understands,
that life is not just milk and honey,
it's about meeting all
of the supply and demands.

When I'm with her,
I want much more than I get,
so I can give to her,
but I can only take what I get,
and not much more.

I only wish,
that she was here right now,
that way I could tell her,
just how
much I love her.

"__I love you, dearly,
I'll love you late,
I'll love you early,
I'll love you forever,
forever and ever eternally.
Though we are far,
ever farther apart,
not even distance,
can stop
the strength of the heart."

When I'm with her,
I wish we were together,
for just a little bit longer.
Nomad
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Nomad  Between Here and There
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