Lover, Be True

We’re slow-dancing through life.

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Do you ever wonder where we’ll be in twenty years?

Sometimes I think I have an idea — I just want to be right there beside you — but then we get into an argument, some chaos to our senses, and I don’t know if we’ll even be together next week.

Do you ever think of the after of it all?

Sometimes I think I know — I see you in a white dress as we make our way across a hushed dance floor — but then you walk away, your heels clicking against the pavement, and I wonder if I’ll ever see you again.

Do you ever imagine what awaits us?

Sometimes you look at me — Your eyes stare back like mirrors reflecting all the best and worst parts of me — and I want to be the person you see, that perfect ideal that makes you believe in the power of love.

But —

Do I even have any more chances with you?

Sometimes your mind is a mystery — You’re smiling, but for how long? — and I tell myself the stories of what may happen beyond this present moment.

Where can we go if I make all the right moves and give every promise I can fathom?

Sometimes we spark against each other — This is what makes us better than good, or so I think — and we…