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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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