Meant to be
My mind is so jumbled.
My thoughts are filled with words of a bundle.
Their all connected.
Like a wall my mind will be protected.
I lie awake everynight.
Just trying to make them right.
But when I do they all point to you.
What does this mean?
All my thoughts I have seen.
Will they come true?
Will I ever see your eyes that are so blue?All I need is one hour or maybe less.
To prove that we are blessed.
Just to make you see.
Because we are meant to be.
My thoughts are filled with words of a bundle.
Their all connected.
Like a wall my mind will be protected.
I lie awake everynight.
Just trying to make them right.
But when I do they all point to you.
What does this mean?
All my thoughts I have seen.
Will they come true?
Will I ever see your eyes that are so blue?All I need is one hour or maybe less.
To prove that we are blessed.
Just to make you see.
Because we are meant to be.
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