This scene seems all too familiar.
A series of indirect paths,
Magnetized and hypnotizing,
While realizing these eyes
Are only looking back.
The slightest glance stolen
Steals my heart for a moment.
Bring me back,
Bring me back.
I am seasoned with the words he has spoken,
Folding the maps of bridges broken down.
I built them,
Hoping that something wouldn't drown.
I'll be the anchor,
Put me in the ground.
I'll hold your dreams
And put creases in my hands
Because this is what life demands
From a man who has felt this once,
The birth,
The journey,
Of falling in love.
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