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I heard your name once and I could never forget about it.
I heard your name twice and my world became colourful.
I lived around your light for a while...
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The "third" time had no charm; I felt numb from the shock,
but it didn't end there...
...pain, anger and regrets, silly things that scarred my very soul...
The next time I paniced so much I couldn't breath.
And you where there, (you were always there, or at least I had you with me).
I told you "goodbye" because I wanted to forget you, I wanted to move on.
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I couldn't bear your name anymore (so I stopped using it.)
I could never forget you, or so I thought.
I did, eventually.
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And then came a day when your name brought only good (old) memories.
After a while, I saw you briefly but life was more serius and I was lost in thought.
I didn't really thought anything but "she looks alright, she probably is"
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But the next time it was about the past; life brought you back to where all started.
And when I saw you... I couldn't stop trembling.
I feared you. I was afraid of myself too.
I couldn't bear the sight or the thought of you.
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I was a fool for thinking I was alright.
I'm thinking about you again, but not as much.
Good things, bad things, the bad things...
and/but life goes on.
I had thought once, it became just a name...
Well, it would never be just a name.
Because it's your name.
I heard your name twice and my world became colourful.
I lived around your light for a while...
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The "third" time had no charm; I felt numb from the shock,
but it didn't end there...
...pain, anger and regrets, silly things that scarred my very soul...
The next time I paniced so much I couldn't breath.
And you where there, (you were always there, or at least I had you with me).
I told you "goodbye" because I wanted to forget you, I wanted to move on.
-------------
I couldn't bear your name anymore (so I stopped using it.)
I could never forget you, or so I thought.
I did, eventually.
-----------
And then came a day when your name brought only good (old) memories.
After a while, I saw you briefly but life was more serius and I was lost in thought.
I didn't really thought anything but "she looks alright, she probably is"
----------
But the next time it was about the past; life brought you back to where all started.
And when I saw you... I couldn't stop trembling.
I feared you. I was afraid of myself too.
I couldn't bear the sight or the thought of you.
----------
I was a fool for thinking I was alright.
I'm thinking about you again, but not as much.
Good things, bad things, the bad things...
and/but life goes on.
I had thought once, it became just a name...
Well, it would never be just a name.
Because it's your name.
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When I'm with you, I feel beautiful.
I feel as though the world around us fades away,
and all that's left is you, me, and the sound.
The sound of our hearts singing out in harmony.
The warmth of our lips touching, ever-so gently.
So gently that the butterflies inside of me weep out
the sweetest nectar that has ever been made.
When I'm with you, I feel alive,
I feel giddy, and wild, and free.
So free that I can barely keep from leaping off mountainsides
In hopes that I may soar,
Away from all the troubles
And into your loving arms.
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But they must only be a lover of sorts.”
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The ace only smiled, heart filling with pride,
For he knew not everyone could understand
That all he ever wanted was to hold someone’s hand
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it was the softest idea that occurred to me,
while tracing the fresh memory of
your fingers on my skin,
calming me, like the sun going down on the wet, green earth;
this was the tenderness in your face as my tired tears
wet the cushions.
I was wholly encased in your warmth.
there I was slowly suspended, embryonic;
not still, but in a state of cadence,
returning to myself - harmonic
and returning.
you've seen me,
I arrive back to you every morning at the end of my long journeys,
the night still fresh in my cold hair
and the smell of quiet lingering between my fingers;
all the stars still clinging to my clothes and
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