Her
This is real
This is so real it's unreal
My chest won't stop
My heart can't stop
These are things dreams try to be
Whichis why it is so unreal
But the things that I feel
Are to visceral
to ignore.
as the little whims, I'm sure,
you feel the string that connects
our hearts, we can't forget
even though we live so far away
It tugs my butterflies so they fly backwards
Backwards Butterflys
Because I miss you
Tumbling heart
Because I feel you
From so far away
Perfection doesn't exist
I know this
But why do I find more
That I can't ignore
as so totally you.
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