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quite often we
say things without any
meaning... how often
do we listen to the other
speaking? it would
make more sense to talk in
front of a large empty
hall... sometimes it feels
like time was merely
created for us all to
stall... each
conversation i have with you just
seems so short...
everytime you speak to me,
you act like you've
been caught... you don't
realise the effect of
your words on me... how i
wish that you couldn't
smile so sweetly... since
that night i first saw
you near that stand... i've
always dreamed that i
could hold your hand...
but how can i make
you see? you're all that
matters to me... as i
write and think of you i
scent of balm...
whilst i picture you beneath
my arm... right now
you're fast asleep... as i
crumple into a
disheartened heap... wondering
if there'll ever
be... a time when you'll be
smiling
back at me.
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