One Love, One Life, One World Poem by Adrian Cordova

I want to carry you.

You tell me to stop.

I say, make me.

You beleive that we're an accident.

I say, f**k accidents.

You finally break and admit that it's to late to fight.

I believe your right.

And while we aren't the same, we can be one, unless one of us fights.

Our hearts were both torn asunder long ago.

And both of us know what it's like to lose love.

But we both carried on.

You let it go, and kept living your life in your world.

I didn't, I always blamed myself, and accepted the burden of a Perfect Heart.

You want to carry me.

I say, if you can.
 
You believe that we are fated after all.

I say, we are two wrecks that found each other.

You finally break down and cry in my arms.

I say, it's okay, we can carry each other.

But if fate is a current, then we are are pioneers in the world of freedom.

We ask each other how it tastes in each others mouth.

We have the same answer, it's indescriable.

And while we've givin each other all we got, we still have nothing.

No, I take that back, we have each other still yet.