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It isn't the long nights that I dread
It's the short ones where I lie in bed
Trying to get thoughts out of my head
Wishing I had more time to rest

Long nights of staying awake to talk
Nights of finding new ways to stalk
Going out in the moonlight to walk
Laughing and crying, those nights are best

Saying someday we'll do these things
Talk of names and talk of rings
Overwhelmed tears just one look brings
When all the emotion wells up in my chest

What matters is not what we do
Or where we go, whatever the view
The best part is just being with you
Delightfully oblivious to all of the rest

However the day comes to an end
Whatever time we've spent with friends
Even if messages won't send
Knowing you're there loving me is best.
May 12, 2013

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