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There is No Floor Here
I want to be possessive of you.
Reminding you how much I want you,
in my life,
and in my space.
There is a desperation to cry out:
"YOU ARE MINE."
"You are mine."
Picture the life I see for us,
see it the same way I do.
Long car rides,
holding your hand,
sun-coated mornings,
quiet evenings.
It's a little mundane,
I know.
Yet it's all I want in the world.
You.
With me.
And each scene plays over in my head,
pushing me through the day.
I'm not sure about the word love,
but I know that
every thought with you,
is bathed in a warm yellow-orange glow.
Reminding you how much I want you,
in my life,
and in my space.
There is a desperation to cry out:
"YOU ARE MINE."
"You are mine."
Picture the life I see for us,
see it the same way I do.
Long car rides,
holding your hand,
sun-coated mornings,
quiet evenings.
It's a little mundane,
I know.
Yet it's all I want in the world.
You.
With me.
And each scene plays over in my head,
pushing me through the day.
I'm not sure about the word love,
but I know that
every thought with you,
is bathed in a warm yellow-orange glow.
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