I color you a picture.
I don't always stay in line.
You say its not creative.
Yet you keep it cause it was mine.
Hand in hand we walk
Laughing as we talk
In the rain, as there is a downpour
Holding me so tight I'm sore
Make breakfast at 6 o'clock
No sleep, we run on empty
Listening to the rain drip drop
Watching the clock hand tick tock
We sit in silence and reverie
Watching our computer screen
We're so "pretentious" you say
Nodding I laugh, "But I like it that way."
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