Every day is a new moon the same the sun shines brighter than my name
the clock ticks with every certainty that tomorrow will come
this certainty is fact.
The same certainty that you will tell me you love me the next day.
The days that drag are the ones where I dream of only having forever with you. Fingers laying on piano keys tied to heart strings, your creations brought down everything.
I Stand open and defenseless waiting and you smile openly debating whether or not to stay by my side.

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