You and I

You and I,

You’re my Angel’s sky,

3.14 to my Π,

You’re the planes that I fly;

Along the way you’re

Those wings on which I glide,

Long.

 

Me and you,

I can be anything:

Be the carbon to your ring,

I’m the notes that you sing;

I promise I’ll do what you do,

And give you room to hide,

Too.

 

You and I,

You’re the ride

On my bike that I liked,

I can’t deny;

You’re a dangerous drug,

Pushing me high up the slopes that I slide,

Down.

 

You and me,

We were,

Meant to be.

The End

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