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Our Story.
Its a burning conundrum,
its the humdrum of a beating heart
just beating on and on
and people remark carelessly about
how it doesn't look that broken.
A girl begins to wonder
why she still even bothers
to keep it safe from inevitable plunder
spurred on by careless words
and people say she's worrying about nothing.
So she steps out onto a ledge
and takes just one small chance
thinking maybe they're all on to something, maybe.
Maybe this time she can dance to a tune that
doesn't scream to run from what may be coming.
A young man asked her out and she gave in,
saying yes although inside and out she was trembling,
with awkwardly crossed legs she sat
trying to fight the fears from creeping and calling her out
leaving her scars out and in the open.
A shaky success that ended with a sweet, simple hug
turns into date number two and she's
so excitedly nervous now thinking about how
this must be fate at play and he said that nothing she
could say would send him running.
Date three came with the rain,
one umbrella to share and in space so close
his hand took hers- an innocent move silently saying,
"Hey, I like you." and as the day came to a close
a kiss he said should have come sooner than this.
Counting now to four, on top a bridge
they stood and shared each other in one more
brilliant moment gazing out across the land into infinite air
and her heart whispered that these were the moments
in which she'd want time to be forever frozen.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 moments they've come to share.
That fifth night held in their arms, so content
and he asked for a word to represent how he felt for her
stronger than "girlfriend"- she said they'd figure it out in time
but until then it would represent their like to love devotion.
And in all the days that have come to pass
since the beginning of their story she's come to realize
and he does too- the word their hearts knew
but their voices did not: soulmate.
Two hearts by chance met and became together perfectly knit.
its the humdrum of a beating heart
just beating on and on
and people remark carelessly about
how it doesn't look that broken.
A girl begins to wonder
why she still even bothers
to keep it safe from inevitable plunder
spurred on by careless words
and people say she's worrying about nothing.
So she steps out onto a ledge
and takes just one small chance
thinking maybe they're all on to something, maybe.
Maybe this time she can dance to a tune that
doesn't scream to run from what may be coming.
A young man asked her out and she gave in,
saying yes although inside and out she was trembling,
with awkwardly crossed legs she sat
trying to fight the fears from creeping and calling her out
leaving her scars out and in the open.
A shaky success that ended with a sweet, simple hug
turns into date number two and she's
so excitedly nervous now thinking about how
this must be fate at play and he said that nothing she
could say would send him running.
Date three came with the rain,
one umbrella to share and in space so close
his hand took hers- an innocent move silently saying,
"Hey, I like you." and as the day came to a close
a kiss he said should have come sooner than this.
Counting now to four, on top a bridge
they stood and shared each other in one more
brilliant moment gazing out across the land into infinite air
and her heart whispered that these were the moments
in which she'd want time to be forever frozen.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 moments they've come to share.
That fifth night held in their arms, so content
and he asked for a word to represent how he felt for her
stronger than "girlfriend"- she said they'd figure it out in time
but until then it would represent their like to love devotion.
And in all the days that have come to pass
since the beginning of their story she's come to realize
and he does too- the word their hearts knew
but their voices did not: soulmate.
Two hearts by chance met and became together perfectly knit.
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