The imprisoned

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I drowned in the halls, the class
But it was as if you were an oxygen tank
If there were a stampede, i could find you in the mass

The way you shined was like no other
I mellowed in a monotone gray
You were practically the warmth of summer
While i was a mere winter day

I'd hear the wind whisper your name
As i tried to draw you closer
It almost felt like a continuous game with no end
It was perhaps a round of poker

When i reached out
There was hope for a moment
When you spoke there was no doubt
My heart, you were meant to hold it

So now i sit here
With no fears
But just a dream and a phone
Knowing that i have a lover of my own

My hearts in the sky
And i dont know why
But you make me so happy
You could even say that you trapped me

But if you were a prison
And, I, a prisoner
I'd gladly sit here
Until my body hurt

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