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Words spoke sweet and simple

There meaning struck as sharp as pricking your finger on a spindle

His stare felt numb and cold

Yet his lips stood out, yearning and bold

I stared back, looking into those light colored eyes

Silent, but yelling apologies, and invisible tears were cried

I was yelling, “I’m sorry, I had no other choice.”

“Forgive me, please, there’s hope for the “us” now, don’t be upset, rejoice”

It was like he didn’t hear me, because his faces was already wet and red

I just wanted to kiss him again, but we parted, and here I lay, late at night in bed.

Those feelings I got that night, with you there

It was like she didn’t exist, but yet, in the end, in the halls she would appear

Had you not made the mistake, you would still be hers

Had I not fallen for you, I would still be hurt

Something about you and your being

Its unreal that these words, I hear myself saying

I am here now; you’re here too, Stop being distant and cold

I want you to be mine, so like that night; I am here for you to hold.

As you walked away, and disappeared down the hall

I wanted to yell, “I am having wishful thinking that’s all.”

Now that the dust has settled, are things a lot clearer?

Because to me, you have never felt nearer.