Heart Aches

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I don't remember how to feel like this
Its so new
especially with you

Do you think you could feel the same for me?
Do you think you could be dauntless?

Just once, let me hold your hand
Not like I used to. Like I want to.
Close to my heart and make you touch my soul.
Close to warmth and paradise
You're possibly afraid of what's to come
And what's to go.
But what's to go from here is not something to worry about.

You're like a blue dew in between mountain meadows
Meadows with flowers of pink and yellow
Meadows where the rain pours brighter than the sun
And I see your face in every little prism of
Bright little lights dancing on the palm of your hand
The fingers with which you've caught my heart
I didn't want to give it to you

But did you leave me choice?

When we hung around the sidewalk
And during the tick tock of your alarm clock
I wake you up before dawn mostly everyday
And you don't seem to mind
And make you sleep a little less
After night breaks.
Pretty sweet of you.
And you chase me in my dreams.
Not so sweet of you, kidding.

I hope you have a good time here.
Settle in, and I'll get you a cup of tea.
Maybe we could grab a movie together.

Maybe we could grab a blanket along

But promise me you'll stay the night.
Its been a long time that I've been loved like this.
I don't have to prove myself to you.
You don't have to question my trust.
And maybe for once, we'll both cherish how we decide to stay.
Right here. With a movie and tea
And a blanket.

Dont worry, I got you.

We could go places without revealing secrets
Especially ours
We could go dancing at late nights
High on coffee, high off of love.
Or we could stay here together.
You around me and me around you
Is enough to make me fall asleep after six months
Six months of too much. Too much to take, to breathe, to survive.

Show me how living feels.
Make me fly through the sky with you.
We'll paint the city blue and red.
And we'll create new soundtracks
And maybe...

Wake up sweetie, he's never coming back.

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