When it comes to living in your world
If I could be one thing other than
What I am right now
I want to be a little Post-it that has
Something as dorky as
"I love you"
Scribbled on it.
You're brand new to my world
But that old, odd, drunk cat lady that lives
In the back of my brain won't stop shouting
"Fuck. We really like this one"
I want to always be randomly left
Where you'll come across it
When the day isn't going your way
Or when your heart is defeated
When the moon is shining
Brighter than the sun
I want to be the memory
Of a perfect moment where
Nothing in the world mattered
But learning who about who we are
And loving each other more
Than the rest of those insufferable shits
~cynicallovebird
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