Line To Dot

No matter what now, though

We’ll be in each others lives forever

Ain’t that a funny thing

To consider?

It goes way beyond mortar and brick

Or photos and rings

Because this little thing

Blooming in my belly

Will arrive soon

And doom us to love each other

But it’s a mission

I take on with pleasure

Lots of things are funny to consider

But I don’t laugh at the notion

Of you, forever


And here he is

Here he lives

Here he takes

And here he gives

Here he’s happy

And here he’s pissed

Here he loosens touch

And here he grips

Here he screams

And here he moves lips

Here he stays still

And here he wiggles digits

Here

Here he is

And there he was

Here time is

Now time is lost

Priceless, poetic

But not with cost

Here he comes

And here he stops

Tears he makes

And tears he mops

Connects us three

Like lines to dots

A notion

Of forever

And forever’s

All that we three have got.



By Lyric Deep.

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