Consisti awhnce

If we as a tsunami defined love as being measured by the force of a wave.

We couldn’t be meant for one another .

How can we ;

with our arrogance matching and our horns full-grown .

Fearlessly bread :for petty disputes over food .

I don’t picture disputing with any other .


We could only be meant for one another.

How can we not be ;

with our consistency to persist in we is matching and our eyes impervious to mist .

I fear walking through the mist with another.


You the only person brave enough to love me.

 

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