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Jun 2017
There is nothing contrived
It’s not being different
Or the same
Opposite or synonymous
There is no thought
Not about that
Only feeling

When I began crying
It was not a decision

I didn’t ask you
I didn’t tell you
I only wanted you to know
The lover I wanted to be

But I had to find out first
Could we talk about another
And not think about going back
Could we talk about tomorrow
And see the longing in our eyes
Could we know what we want
And not try to make it happen
But instead let it happen

I’m racing into your head now
Moving the hands forward on your clock
I would wait forever for you
But why should we
Don’t believe in time
Believe in me

I don’t want to be compared
How do I make you feel
That is all that matters
Everyone thinks you are beautiful
Do they make you feel safe
Everyone thinks you are a mystery
Do they understand you
Everyone wants to be your lover
Do they want to be your friend
Mark Lecuona
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