#wiclit
My heart was a broken canvas and your love still painted a masterpiece.
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My two cents on our matter is I never want us to change. Here’s a penny for your thoughts. Perhaps the other is lucky, and you feel the same.
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Call it falling in love or just pieces falling in place. You were here now, and the picture had never been so clear.
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Perhaps it was the angle, but I saw a halo at hello. She must be an angel. This love must come from up above.
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Like the way the moon controls the tides or the sun centers the skies, your love has got a hold on me.
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Tonight, memories make a mirror of a bedroom window. I sit and reflect of a time with me and you under the moon. She will always shine for you.
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There are still nights I find some happiness in the hope of holding you again one day.
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It’s 11:11. Love, in each day, this is twice true. It is not the first time nor will it be the last time I find myself wishing for you.
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The stars tonight and the moon. They move. Slowly, across the room. Shining on the horizon. Headlights in a driveway. In the quiet I hear your name. A love song on the radio.
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My mind searches in the deep corners of 3:00 am and even in the darkness I can find you.
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There were nights you fell asleep in my arms. It became habit to hold you. One, in my soul, I still cannot break.
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Ask the sun why it shines and it will tell you why I love you.
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Even on my darkest nights, I dream of you in color.
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Now my heart has let you in. All that it is, is yours to hold. Keep it. Hold it tight. You could make it a home.
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Those things that went left, love, we can make them right. My heart will never be set on leaving.
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