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My Love - Kekoa
8bit games
My love my love
Spend my life in the arcade
My love my love oh oo oo oo
Bottom bunk
My love my love
I ain’t got much save for what’s enough
My love my love
Circus string lights
Red propane
My love My love
My room’s engulfed in flames
And God the silhouette on you looks great
Your skins glowing
Your eyes on fire
You’re the type to turn an honest man into a liar
Now I’m a liar
inching through the castles
Losing us astray
It’s a miracle your prom dress stayed the same (you’re my princess)
Effervescent beauty sourced straight from the fountain
Chiseled by a feather
You’re as soft as comfort is pain
My love, my love, my love
My love
My love
My love
My love
I saw a train in my dreams
We had tickets you and me
You flinched as the conductor screamed
All aboard and we boarded you and me
Chugging along the tracks
We had one way tickets
The compartment was small but we fit together
Chest to chest not back to back
Lips to lips
Not front to back
It’s just a kiss where’s the harm in that
But only if you say it’s not that bad after all
All aboard
It’s time for a trip down memory lane
No glass cases to separate us
Only ourselves
We’re past the point of breaking
But our shatters form mosaics
Why don’t we
Revisit what we had
Not act it out, not relive the passion
But spare the regret
I believe it’s possible to live with yourself in the same room as others manage to
My lost love
I believe it’s possible to live with yourself in the same room as others who say it’s impractical
Nobody was ever saved by starving alone
Nobody was ever praised by God to fold
My God, my lost love
My God, my lost love, oh
I’ll forever remember you, whenever I’m prompted by God as a reminder of you
I’m forever in debt to you, we learned how to love each other
And now all a sudden I’m finding I’m kind of fond of myself too
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I'm Kekoa. I love to make music. I hope one day I can let that be my life. This is a remembrance of not just one relationship (romantic or platonic) but an amalgamation of many. It's up to interpretation because I have my own meaning of what it means to me, but it's more important that anyone else may find what it means to them, as well. I actually wrote this yesterday, as of 6/4/2024. I spent my morning before school to start it and finished it afterschool. I hope anyone who ever finds this, if they do, enjoys it.