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You are a future I wish was the present.
You are a future I wish was the past.
Every day I awake to the thought of your beautiful face lying next to me, where I can slowly smile and kiss your cheek as you scrunch your body closer and closer to my loving heat.
And every day I think 'maybe tomorrow'.
And every day I put myself through this, and it never changes, and it may very well never.
And the tomorrows always scare me.
I may never hold you, but it won’t matter how many times I repeat this in my head.
My heart never gets the message...
At the entrance to my heart is an army of lovers. These lovers stand tall and proud, never once letting a sleepy eye close, in fear of infiltration. With their weapons strong and ready at any moment, they heave romantic dreams at the messengers of my mind, like deathly bombs that extinguish any reason or logic upon contact, never letting them permeate my heart. This is only so I may never feel the truth, for if even one messenger would enter, my heart would turn in on itself and shrivel up to die.
They are my protectors.
You are a future I wish was the past.
Every day I awake to the thought of your beautiful face lying next to me, where I can slowly smile and kiss your cheek as you scrunch your body closer and closer to my loving heat.
And every day I think 'maybe tomorrow'.
And every day I put myself through this, and it never changes, and it may very well never.
And the tomorrows always scare me.
I may never hold you, but it won’t matter how many times I repeat this in my head.
My heart never gets the message...
At the entrance to my heart is an army of lovers. These lovers stand tall and proud, never once letting a sleepy eye close, in fear of infiltration. With their weapons strong and ready at any moment, they heave romantic dreams at the messengers of my mind, like deathly bombs that extinguish any reason or logic upon contact, never letting them permeate my heart. This is only so I may never feel the truth, for if even one messenger would enter, my heart would turn in on itself and shrivel up to die.
They are my protectors.