You to Me
I don't know what it is about you,
but I know it's how you do.
You look like a mess
and I'm still obsessed.
I don't need to think because with
you I'm on the brink and if we go
our separate ways, I just know
I'll be extinct.
You always do things perfectly
and I'm glad it's just you and me.
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