Monday, 19 September 2016

We chat for hours...

Past midnight;
The witching hour,
You're always that person,
I can go to,
You're always there,
For me.

We declare,
Our undying love,
For one another,
And then compare,
Our lifestyles,
They don't match up,
And then,
We're back to square one.

Still, I hope,
That nothing ever changes,
Because I value you,
I really do.

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