We got that special kind of love hey?
The one where doing the dishes is heartfelt,
always making two coffees when were doing things around each other
and picking up the sock off the floor before the sock monster gets them a grand gesture.
that firery passionate fight over the house work
and that easy just the simple ****  tonight
that niether of us gets offended over

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Then theres those  '*******!'  big fights
and those swear black and blue  'I hate you!'  moments,
and those endlesss hours of missing when we dont come home at night
and that ache we forget when were in eachothers sights
and the passionate sorry and that  perfectly chosen  love song
those incredible hours of body to body, heart to heart and soul to soul love making; the earth shattering explosions as all our bits explode and meld into one, no spaces between not knowing where you start and I end
and how after we dont care any more who won or lost the  fight.
that we are completely incompatible but some how its alright.

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We got that special kind of  love  hey?
the kind that poets write  poetry  about
the ones that songwriters make singers into stars with
that the best novels are  written  on many years later


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I cant believe we havent ****** each other off sooner?
it doesnt always have  pretty moments  
in fact some pretty  ugly scenes
nothing that either one of us it seems really  means.
it must be  a special  kind of love,
its the only thing could possibly be  holding  all our **** together.

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You know,
the kind that only  you and I  could ever understand?
that we'd do it all again and still not know why
just to be  together  in that two cups of coffee kind of way...

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the  everyday­  stuff but also the extraordinary.
I guess hey?

I take roads much longer to travel
in my heart hoping they lead to you.

I find remnants of your heart splatters
whenever I'm not looking for them.

it seems you and I are born of the same dust and
find our wells full of inkstains and heart scrawls

yet, nothing to drink from;
nowhere to float down and settle over each other,
like the coming home seen in true love's stardust trails
written in the heavens


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Why are we so lost?
Why cant we go forward without running back?

Jumping from star to star and falling back down
fading into another's atmosphere

Faultless in our ideas of love
yet unable to find a fold or a crease
that fits us corner to dog-earred corner

Falling stars making wishes that never come true

I Suppose it's the right thing to tear it all up
rather than let the characters of our love notes fade.



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My impossible love,

You are also impossible to leave in any intangible way
Your soul speaks my language
your heart beats my song,
your ink draws mirrored designs on my heart spaces

We  fall on barren landscapes
carried away by the current and swirls of this life

I still hold the promise of the next in my hands
waiting for ashes to ashes and
finally dust resting on dust.