I couldn't help thinking about you,
Before we had even met,
And I was thinking about you,
For a long time afterwards.
Yourself being what you are,
Was enough to have me interested,
In learning about who you think you are,
And who you want to learn to be.
And it was sad when you left and said nothing,
The tears would slowly run down my face.
Now after quite a while you return,
It hurts so much to re-discover, it bleeds.
Before we had even met,
And I was thinking about you,
For a long time afterwards.
Yourself being what you are,
Was enough to have me interested,
In learning about who you think you are,
And who you want to learn to be.
And it was sad when you left and said nothing,
The tears would slowly run down my face.
Now after quite a while you return,
It hurts so much to re-discover, it bleeds.
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