when I knew my heart had already died?
Does it have something to do with your smile?
Or the way you always seem to read my mind?
I never wanted to listen to your stories
Yet I keep hearing your voice in my head
I never bothered to ask about your day
Yet you bragged about thinking of me.
How is it possible to feel my heart racing
When I never even ran a mile?
You bring me flowers and I well up in tears
So you planted them instead to cast forth my fears.
But I wasn't afraid of the flowers dying
Or that the season will eventually change.
I was more afraid that your feelings will fade
It usually happens no matter how hard I prayed.
How is it possible to be so hopeful
When I had given up hope once before?
Love came knocking since I can't remember when
This might be the right time for us to begin again.
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