choose you

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with my heart tensed
in that contagious frustration he knows
he emerges on his knees on the floor
begging if there is any potential
that we will rediscover our love

though his lips lisping his reckless words
I might slip and fall once more
like the snowflakes that fell
on his jeans during the coldest winter

he could still offer me his world
yet being my shallowest heartbreak
but in a room full of stupid crowds
my heart would still choose him
who cares if I'm colorblind
my doe eyes would still be drawn to him

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