a smile, a look, a touch
is all that's needed for them to think
you belong with me
(you do)
but you are not mine
not in ways they presume
when they see us together
and the ever shrinking space between us
you are not mine in ways that are well trodden
of obligation, of possession, of labels
but you belong with me
in ways that matter
in the way we talk just to each other
in the congruency of our thought
in the importance we have for us
in laughter and sadness
in sickness and in health
they look at us and they presume
but they can never know
how deeply I belong to you
Jun 4, 2017
Jun 4, 2017 at 2:54 PM UTC
a smile, a look, a touch
is all that's needed for them to think
you belong with me
(you do)
but you are not mine
not in ways they presume
when they see us together
and the ever shrinking space between us
you are not mine in ways that are well trodden
of obligation, of possession, of labels
but you belong with me
in ways that matter
in the way we talk just to each other
in the congruency of our thought
in the importance we have for us
in laughter and sadness
in sickness and in health
they look at us and they presume
but they can never know
how deeply I belong to you
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