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You'd be pretty lucky, if you caught my eyes staring back into yours. I'd like to tell you a good reason, weave a tale of heartwarming lies, Alas, there's no story behind my evasive eyes. I nod when I mean to scream 'yes' To every whim you have. I smile when I mean to laugh. I compliment you with the most beautiful of words, In my silence, I hope you hear me say. I was born a misdirecting sign-post, hoping to lead you the right way. If you'd know me, I'd like to believe, You'd fall in love with me. Indefinitely. Instantly. But in this infinitesimally small moment that we share, In an obnoxiously loud world that we stay, That little space between us is all it takes For all that is unsaid to lose its way. If you'd know me, I'd like to believe, You'd fall in love with me. Instantly. Indefinitely. If you'd give me a while, You could hear, you could see. You'd know how hopelessly in love I am, as inarticulate as my thoughts may be. But with the years it has learned, This stupid, hopeless heart of mine. That it simply does not have the luxury of time.
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Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 2:11 PM UTC
The Luxury Of Time
You'd be pretty lucky, if you caught my eyes staring back into yours. I'd like to tell you a good reason, weave a tale of heartwarming lies, Alas, there's no story behind my evasive eyes. I nod when I mean to scream 'yes' To every whim you have. I smile when I mean to laugh. I compliment you with the most beautiful of words, In my silence, I hope you hear me say. I was born a misdirecting sign-post, hoping to lead you the right way. If you'd know me, I'd like to believe, You'd fall in love with me. Indefinitely. Instantly. But in this infinitesimally small moment that we share, In an obnoxiously loud world that we stay, That little space between us is all it takes For all that is unsaid to lose its way. If you'd know me, I'd like to believe, You'd fall in love with me. Instantly. Indefinitely. If you'd give me a while, You could hear, you could see. You'd know how hopelessly in love I am, as inarticulate as my thoughts may be. But with the years it has learned, This stupid, hopeless heart of mine. That it simply does not have the luxury of time.
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Feb 24, 2015
Feb 24, 2015 at 2:11 PM UTC
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