Her
If I was left all alone
On a deserted island, by myself
I swear I would not need my phone
Nor shelter, internet, or wealth
No food, clothes, books, weed
Or interaction with the outside world
No, the one and only thing I would need
Is the one I call my girl
Every moment I spend with her seems to fly by
Trade it all if I could for more
Every moment without her feels like a life time
Uncertain of what is in store
Her sweet laughter would make me smile
Her hair would flow in the wind
Honestly, I could stay there for a while
If indulgence was not a sin
Through my dark times, she was there
I never asked her to stay
I only made a request for her ear
Yet she gave more every day
Good times, she was by side
Cheering me on, pushing for my best
She promised that she would never lie
And I gave her more than the rest
I never felt this thing called love
Not even when she was merley a friend
Somehow I know that with he above
We will remain until the end
I will not lie, I am head over heels for this chick
Though we can not be more than what we are
Because everytime we start to click
One of us is guarenteed to fall apart
Or run, or push, or fight to the death
Because we both fear what this may be
We think with every single breath
This is wrong, no one can love me
When I see her, my heart quivers
When she speaks, I yearn to die
When she touches me, my body shivers
However all I cause is cries
If I only I did not care
It would be so easy, literally to delete
These emotions are so rare
Minus her, I am obsolete
I apologize for getting off track
I becomed overwhlemed when I think
Of all the times we spent out back
Believeing we would be shrined in ink
This is what I am trying to say
What I lack would not matter
I would cope until my dying day
If only I could have her
If I had her, I would not go back
Because all of my dreams would be true
I would not be stuck on an island
I would be alone...with you
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