This seems too good to be true. Is it so wrong to be waiting for everything to change. Waiting to be tripped. Waiting for all this to end. I don't ever want to have to face that. I want this the way it is. Fragile and perfect. The way it always starts, is what we will always be. Never changing, watching the seasons change around us. White. Pink. Golden. Bloody. We will watch as the world grows, changing, learning, deceiving. But we shall remain the same. Two bodies brought together by something bigger than both.
Something different awaits us. Some new day is waiting on the edge of the horizon. Blond rays stretching across this small valley, warming, comforting, safe. Stretch out your nimble fingers, watch as the sun dances across them. Catching your beauty and throwing it across me. Set them to the keys and play a song that we can dance to. And we will dance.
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