Every night I lay awake
with an image of you in my mind.
I close my eyes and all I see
is you and me,
with nothing between.

Many stories we share
but no matter how bad
there's always an us in the end.

No matter our fights
that end with nothing but tears
our story ends queer
with only you and me here.

Our arms entwined your hand in mine.
With nothing in mind
but the one that I call mine.

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