The thing is you get me.
You’ve loved me at my worst
And you’ve seen me at my best
And it’s amazing to feel gotten.

Silver girl, you say, Dream on
Dream of flying, because
I’ll change your dreams into my passion
And catch you when you fall.

You let me love you fearlessly
As I tread my path of trust slowly
Leaving my worries behind
As we share music to make the other love.

Suddenly I can see the stars shining
Bright in the moonless sky
And you follow the adventures of my mind
Never tracing back and never asking why.

Without opening car doors,
You open windows of my soul
And show me bits and pieces
I never knew existed

And as you broke down
Wall after wall, brick after brick
I let you in, effortlessly
Letting you see my mind naked.

Twitter: @wallflowerblack


About TheBlackWallflower

I'm just your average unique person. I love to read and write (no surprises there, eh?) and think a lot. I adore Rowling and think Harry Potter should be a religion. I also hate pink. I love fluff generally because it makes me feel intelligent and I love poetry because it makes me feel different. (yes, references.) I'm married to Sirius Black. So I sign myself as The Bitch alarmingly often. Oh, and I love Mr. Darcy. And Jo Longo. And Chandler Bing. And Sherlock. (Yes, I'm a fantard.) And in case you want to drop in a good, or a critical word, feel free to email me: OR, follow me on Twitter: @WallflowerBlack Enough with the babble. OkBye. View all posts by TheBlackWallflower

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