With or without you

let's just stay here
and never leave this place
where we don't have to worry
about the things we do
when we're not here
when it's not just us
when it's not just you and me

here, where the chaos of the ocean
feel more like home
than the riveted streets of filth
where we were born

here, where the lights don't exist
yet it's still brighter than the sun
and where the beautiful sound of silence
is louder than a 77,000 piece orchestra set

you and me, we've written
words of prose and words of poetry
pages filled with joy, sorrow, and everything in between
and still not enough to capture what we had, what we are
and what we could be

here, in this moment
in this place
is where we will die
and this is where we will live

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