The universe slows as I think of you.
My dreams rush forward at the sight.
If there could be one wish to leave this tongue,
it’d be to be with you tonight.
Yet, this Freudian slip of you and I
Seems to occur each day I’m awake.
It seems that I’m afraid to lose you
And have someone else take
Your love.
I can’t seek to explain in clear words
Everything that you mean to me
All I know is that these feelings, so strong,
Have yet to come free.
Fate drives me.
~Chris
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