Lets Be... Honest
so, how it goes?
i suppose it could be said there was magic involved
magic on a level higher than low
she knows more about me than i do, or did
and i know there exists a sunrise and sunset, with stars and comets and moons...
a box., a rock, a kiss, a sigh
and i wouldn't trade any of that for gold or diamonds
not even a cheesburger or White Castle.
to be honest, it neverrr gets old or outdated
this feeling i will always have inside
not even house plans or dirt being moved can move from where i'm standing...
today was a good day to live.
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