I'd like to think that you were made for me.
That our heart shaped lips, were the symbol of our synchronized beat.
& that the way that I love you, was meant for the world to see.
& the mirrors I look into, never reflect the image of me without you.
Such a rare kind of love, only blessing a few. Understanding one another, like in a previous life you were me & I was you.
Like a pod with two peas, we were intended to be a pair.
Risking our lives to separate, should we dare.
I'd like to think that you were made for me.
For the way that I love you is so deep, & dearly.
& maybe one day my thoughts will become reality. Shouted from roof tops in a matter of factuality.
Dec 1, 2013
Dec 1, 2013 at 11:01 PM UTC
I'd like to think that you were made for me.
That our heart shaped lips, were the symbol of our synchronized beat.
& that the way that I love you, was meant for the world to see.
& the mirrors I look into, never reflect the image of me without you.
Such a rare kind of love, only blessing a few. Understanding one another, like in a previous life you were me & I was you.
Like a pod with two peas, we were intended to be a pair.
Risking our lives to separate, should we dare.
I'd like to think that you were made for me.
For the way that I love you is so deep, & dearly.
& maybe one day my thoughts will become reality. Shouted from roof tops in a matter of factuality.
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