Is this being excited, or is the floor beneath me moving
from some un-forcasted land shift? - I don't think so;
it must be the rhythm of my perfectly placed trust.
Been waiting months, years to find someone
whom is not ashamed of seeing me as e.v.e.r.y.t.h.i.n.g;
someone who will not hide me a/w/a/y like a locked princess,
someone who will listen to every word that I say.
It means the world to see your smile & taste your lips,
knowing you'd never force me to do something I didn't want to;
that when you say you miss me you actually do -
how cute it is when your Nan told me you were so upset last time,
when I couldn't make it down to yours.
I know that you care & I know you don't listen to him,
that I have no worries with you, like I did the others.
Be careful with him, you know how he is
with anyone I ever get close with.
[I'm sure Alex's shin with never be the same again
& Peter's nose looks like it's had cosmetic surgery.]
I know it's not love, but it could one day be,
even though I still d r e a m of him some nights -
maybe those feelings will just slide a/w/a/y one day?
Lets hope for the happiness to come--for once,
I am actually excited about the prospect of moving on.
& I think you taught me something;
life isn't always what you expect it to be -
sometimes it can be even better.
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