the rush of traffic, a dismal hum,
you look down from up above
here we stand in peace, at ease
and i can hear you softly breathe
looking away, you’re lost in thought
i stare longingly at the prize ive got
in front of me, a mere inch away
if only you’d listen to what i have to say
the slope of your nose and arch of your eyebrow
ignite in me fires that lead to where i musnt go
but ive already deceived to be here
so what’s yet another lie or two more?
a casual sweep, you push them back,
revealing your frame, of flaws in lack
and you turn to me, leaning on one arm
I feel my heart fail at your stupid charm
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