𝟑𝟖. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐔𝐬

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We're too young to know,
to even believe
when love's genuine,
it's like everything's
too right to be real—
a truth we didn't deal.

We became lost and rushed,
far too impetuous,
crashing below the lines,
forgetting what it's like
to be in the right arms.

All throughout, dwelling
in wrong homes, warm chests,
where you find yourself
lost asleep at dawn—
there, safe and cozy,
yet within feels lone.

Through mistaken days
and months that feel like years,
bearing dissonant tunes
from odes we hum for hours,
like it's ours, our story.

And as I seal my parts
from all the wrong hands,
all those blank, wrong eyes
and wrong, teasing lips,
I will still claim you
to be my first
and last kiss.

And as I seal my partsfrom all the wrong hands,all those blank, wrong eyesand wrong, teasing lips,I will still claim youto be my firstand last kiss

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