So much time passed and I fell for you everyday. But you caught me every time. And I was still afraid I would lose you.
Heaven was a place on earth with you. And though I never believed in god, I knew there as something as powerful as him that must have created you.
You were like an empty canvas. I was the artist and I painted.
And painted and painted and painted.
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