there was you
and there was me.
Nothing else mattered.
Your laugh was the melody
constantly stuck in my head.
Your eyes looking into mine
was the only sight I cared to see.
In the beginning
you actually looked at me.
In the beginning
'hopeless'
was only used to describe
how in love with you I was.
In the beginning
I couldn't wait to wake.
Life with you was an
eternal slumber party
complete with pillow fights and
truth or dare.
That was when we slept
entangled
and not side by side
like cold-hearted
China dolls
waiting to be lifted from the toy chest
and loved.
In the beginning
nothing but death could have separated us.
It's ironic
(don't you think)
that life
and not death
did us part?
(I do.)