Wednesday, February 16, 2011

My favorite word, two syllables.

I love that we get eachother
and how easily our roles reversed
one day out of nowhere.

You know why 
and I appreciate the secrets
that only you and I know.

I love that we don't always talk
because we don't always need words,
our bond holding us together through anything.

We are pieces of each other
even when I lash out
and you hit back.

No one will ever replace you
even years from now and thousands of miles apart
you will still be my favorite word.

I love you.

2 comments:

  1. and you said it would all be sad. It's so sweet and pretty!Brought back to life an old blog so i could comment.
    -Nathanael

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