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I try.

I try to tell you that your hair.

Smells extroadinary, like watermelons.

I try to whisper sweet nothings,

so that you know something.



I see.

I see the reason I wake up.

And the reason i can't wait to fall asleep,

and dream of your face.

I see true beauty.

Even though it may be at 9 in the morning



I forget.

I forget why we don't speak,

but I remember why I care.

I forget how we met,

but I strive to meet again.