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I said a million simple things That I loved about you In the middle of October Were you listening? I gave my heart a pen And let it write A million simple things That I felt about you Were You Reading? My fingers ran by themselves A dose of cuteness here and there Small, but apparent Were You watching? Simple replies speak volumes And the absence speaks louder What do I have to do to reach you? What pervades my writing That you won’t comment unless I ask? Which lyrics speak to you and which don’t? Should I send them, should I not? It seems to make little difference. Either way your silence deafens. You want cuteness But have little to say when I try to give it. I don’t send these things, I don’t write these things for nothing I do it for us. An attempt To intertwine us further. To see what different pulses of my heart… …Inspire different pulses of yours. For your reaction, your passion. But you often have too little to say A million simple things A song, a poem Sent across the miles To make me feel closer to you If only, if only You had Even a hundred simple things to say about them. If only, if only I knew my heartbeat was heard Sometimes the most important Is a million simple things.
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Mar 7, 2010
Mar 7, 2010 at 11:52 AM UTC
A Million Simple Things
I said a million simple things That I loved about you In the middle of October Were you listening? I gave my heart a pen And let it write A million simple things That I felt about you Were You Reading? My fingers ran by themselves A dose of cuteness here and there Small, but apparent Were You watching? Simple replies speak volumes And the absence speaks louder What do I have to do to reach you? What pervades my writing That you won’t comment unless I ask? Which lyrics speak to you and which don’t? Should I send them, should I not? It seems to make little difference. Either way your silence deafens. You want cuteness But have little to say when I try to give it. I don’t send these things, I don’t write these things for nothing I do it for us. An attempt To intertwine us further. To see what different pulses of my heart… …Inspire different pulses of yours. For your reaction, your passion. But you often have too little to say A million simple things A song, a poem Sent across the miles To make me feel closer to you If only, if only You had Even a hundred simple things to say about them. If only, if only I knew my heartbeat was heard Sometimes the most important Is a million simple things.
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alexander-s
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Mar 7, 2010
Mar 7, 2010 at 11:52 AM UTC
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