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Everything I expected.

A dead monarch resurrected,

in the dust of the aftermath.

I was taking the wrong path,

but I'm glad, cause I ended up here.

With you, and its all coming clear.

I can talk to you on the phone easily for hours and not tire,

you match my best friends boy with an ease I admire.

Your lips can be cool and mine warm,

and your hands smooth and my heart torn;

but not a tragedy.

because I want you close to me.

And the beat is getting faster in my heart.

This is the first time I can finish what I start.

Take my hand, make my day,

I'm not afraid.



And he is on the phone, but do not fear-

You are the only one I want to hear.

I want you to forgive me for having loved before,

as I will forgive you.

And I will leave the cards face up on the floor,

so you can see all the faces of me;

and watch my every move.

They are not meant to decieve,

even though he's on the phone, I don't care.

even though I've been places, I play fair.



Everything I hoped for is spilling out of our mouths.

You are funny, and I am funny now.

Laughing hard, tripping out.

You can be a different kind of lover,

one that travels the town,

one that makes me proud.

one I don't have to hide from misunderstanding eyes.

Theres no disguise, just soft burning fire.

You fit into me with an ease I admire.