Propeller

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I was so naive;
When I thought he was being mean.
But then I realized,
He's just a reflection of me.
I forgot how he mimics;
Every move I make.
Then I felt guilty because I,
Was being unkind,
To my soft sunshine.
It's so cute what you do.
It's so sweet every time we meet.
I feel so found in your arms,
Yet so lost in your eyes.
I have never seen someone hope so highly for me.
It gives me hope, makes me strive.
He taught me courage and how to live life.
He taught me,
Even if you loose you don't have to cry.
At the end what matters is if you tried.
I have a soft spot;
For someone with whom I fought.
Because if I be a kite,
He's the one holding me tight.
He's the propeller,
For when I take flight.

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