Us
I'm out of words to describe how I feel
My actions are blocked out
In those seconds it's just you and me
Fighting against the treacherous world
So many things are against us
But that won't stop me
It won't stop us
Mark my words is what I said
I won't be like them
As I did the thing i swore against.
I promised I won't make that mistake
But I got warped in to see that
And I don't want to leave
Tell me you want "us"
I don't want to be the only one
It makes me question if it's right or wrong
But I'm falling for us daily
Don't tell me I'm the only one
Who wants us
YOU ARE READING
Vintagely Me
Poetryvin•tage (noun) the year or place in which wine, especially wine of high quality, was produced.
