You are the Ying to my Yang.
And I believe I met you for a reason.
I know they say that love visits for a season.
But I want you till the end.
I loved you before I knew it was love.
It was when being with you mattered the most.
And spending time with you brought bliss into my heart.
Little that I know, you’d complete my soul.
After the stupid fights and arguments I’m still drawn to you.
With the hurtful things we said to each other.
But I still want you.
It feels like already something above has decided that we belong with each other.
But with all the time in the world.
I still cannot tell.
How is being “together” is still just a word.
Not loving someone that you love hurts like hell.
I hope that my last days will be with you.
Cause I know that you’re the Ying To my Yang.
And I hope my grey hair days will be with you.
Cause I’m Barbie and I know that you’re my Ken.