All of a sudden,
I have room to breathe,
room to see
that's not what I want.
You see?
Being alone does not compare,
to when your presence is felt,
on my skin
my mortal sin,
my mind directly focused on you;
to whom I don't compare,
my better half- quite cliche,
you're my one and only half,
to make me whole
my one to cherish
my one to hold.
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