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Together.

 Together.

Sophia

December 9, 2024. 

To Ulises Vargas.

Never second-guess, my heart is yours. 

More than words may express, I love yours. 

Your arms form peace.

My feelings for you will never cease. 

With you, I’ll always stay. 

Every moment, everyday, every way, I will love you. 

To stay in your arms is my only wish. 

It’s the moments without you, I start to feel lost,

In feigned laughter, the cursed tears

Every moment throughout the years, 

As our banter together expands month by month,

Your love makes me whole. 

I'll always appreciate you, 

With my whole heart and soul.

There is a depreciation in your soul, I don’t understand. 

Something’s wrong, so hold my hand. 

Let me in, and I’ll kiss it better. 

I’ll never treat you foul, like those fools before me. 

Baby, let’s move on together.

Baby, let’s move in together.

Let me in your skin, and crawl like a bug. 

I want to hold you every night snug. 

I want to breathe down your neck, 

And check your ears if you’re cold. 

In your arms, you hold me. 

Forever, you told me. 

Never, I promised. 

We are getting through this. 

Together.


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