When I scuffled and crawled, you crawled along when u could chase your dreams.
When I soared up towards my sky,
You stayed down just to see how I looked when I escalated.
When I was on the stage and called to thank you,
You sat and chose to increase the sound of the applause.
When people called you for projects,
You kept yourself busy flattering me.
When I screamed at you,
You could do it too ,
But you hushed me ,so I could listen to your heartbeats which yelled louder.
He chose to be my shadow over my reflection . A shadow that was with me even during the darkest dusks.
He could have been my boss,
But he chose to become my regular client.
He could have been my spotlights,
But he chose to be the shine in my eyes.
He could have been my coffin,but he chose to be a beating heart when I was a corpse.
He's not an addiction, he's my smile and a tear. He's not a habit, he's my passion. He's not a want, he's my crave.
Before he showed up,I just lived, but now, I have a life.
And now, it's my turn.
I would do nothing if it isn't for him.
I am invited to a success party.
But I'm sorry,
I would rather stay home and watch Barbie with him and our daughter.
And I know,Our young hearts will still kiss under the full moon on our 200th anniversary. Because death, cannot bury love.
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