In this world with so little trust.
Everyone groping for their own, and as far as morals, no sale.
I reside in the feeling of just us.
Safe from life's constant barrage of pain and pain's unholy wail.
Sometimes I wonder if it's that I'm misunderstood,
Or is it that my understanding of the world that's so damn pale?
But when it's just us the world is gone and I'm good.
A hurricane of love but inside winds not even approaching gale.
The world moves
structures do crumble and people fail.
We're in a groove
and problems float away, setting sail.
Ever so quietly, my heart beats a song singing tales of more than lust.
Plus, my most beautiful dreams and memories are times it was just us.
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