The sides of you that are parts of me,
Snow angel shadows of our dreams.
It's where we meet,first meet,
Burning bright as memory.
The blanket of stars and cups of tea,
Monsoons of the mind unleash.
It's when we first felt,felt free,
Mapping out all the irony.
The shards of hope and crescents of hurt,
cut deep into wounds we couldn't see.
It's how we first knew,knew love,
sitting in your balcony.
The books our words could fill out,
dwelt deep in the grooves of discovery.
It's what me meant,meant to be,
Mettle of malleable metal cast across adversity.
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