You,
Are everything,
The breeze to my rustling leaves,
The shore to my crashing waves,
The clouds to my rain,
The rose to my thorn.
You,
Mean everything to me,
You’re my muse,
My last thought at night and my first thought when I wake,
You’re on my mind with every lyric I hear,
You’re on my mind always.
I love you and there’s no turning back.
No matter how much I resist you,
I simply can’t.
Because you’re
You.
Oct 1, 2016
Oct 1, 2016 at 6:33 PM UTC
You,
Are everything,
The breeze to my rustling leaves,
The shore to my crashing waves,
The clouds to my rain,
The rose to my thorn.
You,
Mean everything to me,
You’re my muse,
My last thought at night and my first thought when I wake,
You’re on my mind with every lyric I hear,
You’re on my mind always.
I love you and there’s no turning back.
No matter how much I resist you,
I simply can’t.
Because you’re
You.
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