We are Lovers/Blurry Reflection

This is to my friend and lover, and I never thought ill of her at any time.

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This is to my friend and lover, and I have never thought ill of her, and I put no one above her.  We are lovers, we are lovers.

Woman, Ms., lady, girl, you are real, you are so undistracted by factions of attraction.

You are so sincerely honest, I don’t even have to ask for truth, its accomplished.

 

Done.

 

No set backs from day one, just progressive action and satisfaction.

Just kick back, relax and have fun.

 

Really there are few others and if they exist they have others.

Making life so easy, all the hard stuff that you see on t.v. just happens so easy, believe me.

 

This is to my friend and lover, and I have never thought ill of her, and I put no one above her.  We are lovers, we are lovers.

Sleep for hours, sleep for days, and sleep for weeks.

(Maybe even sleep together in the ground.)

We don’t even need to speak we can say it in the sheets; keeping it discrete.

 

This is to my friend and lover, and I have never thought ill of her, and I put no one above her.  We are lovers, we are lovers.

We can exist so closely that no one can come between us or so far apart as we don’t exist; to anyone else it would be leaving.

Held together as a ship on calm seas.

 

In agreement that life isn’t the cheapest.  Time to live it for the moment take it in, focus.

 

This is to my friend and lover, and I have never thought ill of her, and I put no one above her.  We are lovers, we are lovers.

Smiling forever; that is normal.

Never see her frown no one could ever bring her down.

On the brink of laughs, elation, and an epiphany:

 

I guess they don’t make em’ like her anymore.

 

This is to my friend and lover, and I have never thought ill of her, and I put no one above her.  We are lovers, we are lovers.

Just friends, just friends we attempt to be, but we tempt the friend we with sexuality.

Just friends, just friends turned lovers and we sit and talk with each other like we just met or something other.

 

This is to my friend and lover, and I have never thought ill of her, and I put no one above her.  We are lovers, we are lovers.

No more bad times and no more bad spots, we get lost in thought.

 

This happiness isn’t bought.

Ubiquitous, through life, and not lost.

 

I can picture her face in the distance…

We had just met…

 

And then I woke up.

And then I woke up.

And then I woke up.*

 

 

 

*I hate alarm clocks.

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