You remember the last time we talked.
When I yelled at you 'don't shout'.
I couldn't then, but I see it now.
Is this what we thought?
No legacies, beginnings of conspiracies,
Conniving minds and manupulative smiles. 
We crashed and burned in our nomadic lies.

I know it is not something,
ideally you'd like.
A poision ivy vine,
laced around the neck so tight.
But please, its just me and you,
in this sham of a life.

We fight and weep, but fit so right.
Like the tears on my waterline
Swiming in our memories.
I am your shade in a sunlight room
and you are my light.
So come back to me.

You know me better than myself, baby.
People might tell you not to believe me
They'll say I'm toxic, morally steep, so weak.
I'm a cold blooded, blood sucking, ice queen.
But you are the lightening,
while I'm your thunder at night.

This is me trying...

So please.

- SPN


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