You And Me

You And Me short poem

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You’re the cracked head, I’m the loose screw,
Crazy are the things we do,and the things we’ve been through,
On our own and together
Every day , Every weather;
The darkest of your secrets,and the dirtiest ones
All the sarcasm and the puns
The white lies and the frankness
You are my light in my darkness;
You pull me back on, when I’m lost and cold
You take me right along, in your strongest hold;
You hold on to me,you believe in me,
What I don’t contain,you see in me,
The sweetest of your heart with all its grace,
You are the bravest, my friend, in my timid embrace
You are the laughter,you are the life of the party,
You are the charmer, you are the smarty,
You are that everything which I would like to be
You Have My Heart, and that’s how this is always gonna be,
You and Me…
Standing close, Bonds strong,
Living Young and carefree….WE…

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