We feel it running up our spines,
It shivers, shingles, Soothe and sails
Drifting and isolated in our own timeline.
Keep it hidden, and it remains unadulterated,
From their senses.
Keep it under the sheets of our secrets.
Hidden yet shown,
So they won't know
We have created the universe of our own.
And if ever the time shifted,
and all reduced to dust,
Dimensions we are apart,
We will still own that space and time,
When I was yours, and you were mine.
Feb 13, 2012
Feb 13, 2012 at 3:47 PM UTC
We feel it running up our spines,
It shivers, shingles, Soothe and sails
Drifting and isolated in our own timeline.
Keep it hidden, and it remains unadulterated,
From their senses.
Keep it under the sheets of our secrets.
Hidden yet shown,
So they won't know
We have created the universe of our own.
And if ever the time shifted,
and all reduced to dust,
Dimensions we are apart,
We will still own that space and time,
When I was yours, and you were mine.
Vn13 2012
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