Call me by the name of your own,
Only then will I be officially yours.
No other way will make me sure,
That I will be the queen of your throne.
Lay on my heart and call it your home.
I will promise not to make love a chore.
Our lows may hit as low as the floor
But still the sweetest you’ve ever known
Your name on your lips, sounds divine.
One plus one still equaling only one
Because we are synched indefinitely.
What is mine is yours, and yours is mine.
I know this love will never be undone.
Just promise to love me exceptionally.
My poor pink matter has officially dulled out
It only hears a dramatic nothing but the same
Thoughts as others carelessly speak about
As I walk home unattended in the rain
The drops seem to surpass right by me
No umbrella doesn’t even cause me to strain
I look far and blankly into space defined free
I don’t know where I have recklessly gone
To or what has seemed to come over me
Before I know it a whole fifty-seven long
Minutes have passed me effortlessly by
And I didn’t know my direction was wrong
My life has become this, and I can’t even cry
Because my brain won’t remember to remind me
It is dulled out I said, It can’t even try to try