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Cylia Aug 2018
Everyday I see your face...
Like a repetition, I can’t escape...
You keep me safe with every stare...
But when I look your way you disappear...
Like you were never even there.
Cylia Aug 2018
You make my heart stutter
Make it go pitter patter
Like a candle light sparks
Like my heart, it never shatters.
Cylia Aug 2018
Why
Maybe I'm safe in your arms,
our bodies colliding in some,
We're both facing eye-to-eye
But my demons still lurk inside.
Why keep me by your side?
Why didn't you let me walk by?
Why did you stare, so deeply inside, where all my demons
lie?

Maybe I'm safe in your arms,
It's probably safe to cry,
I haven't been myself, in such a very long time,
I felt like I was going to die.
Why are you such a mystery?
Why set my soul ablaze?
Why stare at me, with those cold gray eyes, where my demons wants to come out and play?
Cylia Aug 2018
You keep your life on a pedestal,
Even when the love of your life is beside you...

Why is it every time I hid from my feelings,
I trip away, I hide, I even start to cry?
But every night I sleep, I get visions every week,
About him, and then I become scared.
My flame, he ignites it
Even when he stares deep into my eyes, my sockets
My heart starts to race, my body deflates...why am I feeling this way?

My stomach is filled with butterflies like my whole world has exhausted, like my whole life was on pause
Being trapped inside a box,
With no doorway that leads to anything,
That would turn my whole life upside down into something.

Every time I see him, my heart starts to melt,
My life starts to crumble, but the walls, they stay intact...
They won’t move, but there’s a door...
Whenever I step near, it’s like another person is on the other side, ...scared.
So, it’s about a girl(me) whose afraid to show her feelings to a guy that she really likes, but doesn’t know if he feels the same way for her.  So she’s hiding all these feelings that she feels towards him, but what she doesn’t know is that the other person on the other side of the wall is afraid of what she might think of him...if that made any sense.

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