No call needed to know how much your needed.
And that text messge that washed away that feeeling.
I open my bedroom door to find this place empty.
Let's write our own story in one of these blank pages.
Fold up the paper and float down the river.
We managed to make it over the jagged rocks.
No amount of snags could hold us back.
If you look in the sky the clouds have dreams also.
As I place my hands on your hips,
Know our path wasn't pre-determined.
May you and I live happily ever after,
In a future that's not meant for us.
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