You Are
Your smile makes me smile
When I see it in my dreams
Sometimes on another's face
Sometimes in the mirror.
Your eyes make my knees go weak
I wonder what you think
I want to talk and talk and talk
To you, until I know you inside out.
You are the bars on my prison
And also my deliverer.
You are the wind in my hair
And the rain on my face.
Sadly you are my sky
My sunshine, my nourishment
I wish you were my ground
And I a rocket.
You are the fence
I want to be the breeze
That blows through your pasture
Escaping over the other side
It's time to walk away
And shut the door behind.
I'm not sure how
But I know it's time.
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"A sarcastic look at our expectations from life."
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