Pieces of the heart flowing bright red, hitting the brisk air as they turn sad blue. Telling me soft but so hard I gotta do what I do. Despite what you desire our unrivaled fire belongs to the unknown. Bowed head and swallowed pride, I turn tail and hide the instant destruction that has erupted my understanding like volcanic convulsions. In all my short lived confusion, i gained an understanding of the situation. And despite my faith led wishes, i had to relinquish my hold on those broken up dishes. Accepting reality and admiring your present mentality, in which, I'm the keeper of your secrets and fallacies. Where else could i imagine to reside, but right by your side, following the rules of true love by which I abide. I believe in you so much that I tattooed our creed on my heart. In black cursive script D.L.P. describes us like a flow chart. Started with desire when we first met, couldn't conceive the outcome sumn like russian roulette. Second is the love we display on the backs of our eyelids as we refuse to face the battered truth, stuck in our own worlds, driving to different destinations, both forgoing the tollbooth. And third is passion, the secret ingredient allowing our existence to ripe.......When I'm away i pray to have you back, when I'm close I pray that time speeds up, and when I'm with you I pray that our moments never end.
-Yung Urban
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