For the first time,
I'm focused on me.
For the first time,
I can look ahead,
without trying to see someone else.
With you,
oddly,
It is easy to quiet my mind.
With you,
relievingly,
I'm not focused on what's next.
Who would have thought
that it would take a great love
to forget my worries;
To see my future laid out before me.
Not our future....
MY future.
And it all seems so easy.
With you.
May 21, 2014
May 21, 2014 at 12:21 AM UTC
For the first time,
I'm focused on me.
For the first time,
I can look ahead,
without trying to see someone else.
With you,
oddly,
It is easy to quiet my mind.
With you,
relievingly,
I'm not focused on what's next.
Who would have thought
that it would take a great love
to forget my worries;
To see my future laid out before me.
Not our future....
MY future.
And it all seems so easy.
With you.
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