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Us Against the World
Strangers once, now names carved in a tree
I like to test his limits, always skating on thick ice
Freeing myself, I spiral out of control
When I fall, his arms never fail to catch me
After I’ve been held, his musical voice sings the truth of the ice
He makes me want to force myself up, try again
Spinning in circles, looking into crystal clear blue eyes
Not caring about who or what comes by
Or if they make their judgments, putting our names in files
Knowing him to the fullest of anyone, no words
need to be said to find the nook in his ever growing hand
I want to be a better person, anything for a smile to complete his face
Tears are my middle name; he always finds a way to
make a laugh take its place
He shares his thoughts, feelings as if they belong to me
Being a teacher, he knows how to lead me off the ice
when my lungs have also turned into slick ice
Glued to my hip, he takes me to our tree
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