To Mine...

Deep roots that have grown slowly
A punctured heart that doesn't bleed, it holds out.
Do you know how the thoughts of you were randomly and effortlessly embedded into my mind?
Digest the pride your heart holds and open the door to your soul for me. I left my key in your pocket and I can't get you to give it back to me.

You've helped me adjust who i am.
You've made me smile.
You've brought joy to my minutes, my hours, my days, nights, weeks and months.
I hope you know, I'll love you always.
Four, thirteen, six, seven
power, connections, lessons and karma.

I will continue to love you through all the shit..
I only hope you can find a way to love me back.

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