some days, i look at you
and think you are like ;the warm cup of coffee i just
can't not have in the morning.the first ray of sunshine
on a winter day.the fire illuminating the dark.
the infinitesimal dust and
the causality of everything.
but don't get me wrong
you have your bad days too.
sometime i just think
you're theone man i can't have
and that i should just
give upthe perfect guy who
deserves a perfect girl too
who obviously isn't methe self-centered,
narcissistic jerk who
i wouldn't be happily
in love withthe guy who simply have
exactly different interests
from me and that we won't
work it out.
i guess in the end,
the decision is all up to
the Fates.you and i
may never hapen
but remember,
there will always be a
part of you in me
even when
there's no me to you.
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beautiful lies
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