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Apr 2013
I remember the time you came over.
You stayed for the weekend
We sat on my bed
Ate all kinds of food
Listened to the radio
And talked about everything.
Girls,
Boys,
Dreams,
Desires,
Nightmares,
Souls,
God,­
The Devil,
Heaven,
Hell
And everything inbetween.
I remember when my sister bursted in
Through the door
We were being silent
Just looking at each other
My heart was racing
I wanted to grab your face and
Kiss you.
I'm not sure what you were
Thinking about,
But it seemed like you were thinking the same.

I remember how she turned up the music
Because a song came on.
They both knew the words
And I sat there,
Mesmerized
By the way your lips moved so
Rhythmically
To the words
How they just flowed out of your lips.
I remember how your
Eyes were closed
So you could really take in the song.
You started smiling
The song made you laugh
You have every reason to be happy.

I think I now notice why the Album to that song is called "Recovery".
Even though it may be about drugs or even getting out of some sort of trouble,
To me it means being recovered from love,
Because love can be so easy--
And a hard hitter
When it's sitting right in front of you
Singing beautifully to a song
You've never even tried to like before.
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