When we get to meet each other
I’ll make you visit my city.
While holding your hand
Fingers entwined just like our souls.
I’ll take you to my favorite place,
Under my preferent tree,
Which knows about my dark secret,
My frangible heartaches,
And everything I could never speak about.
I’d take you there, and make you sit on the two feet high, and twenty feet wide root,
Along with my journal in another hand.
We shall talk about how for years I’ve been coming here and that I ain’t alone anymore
For I have you by my side now to hold my hand forever.
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