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You turn around
and our eyes meet, hesitantly & frightened
They seem to send a message
one so unclear and mysterious,
like a flower left to wither by the touch of loneliness.
And all i can do is give that same message back to you,
hoping they'll reach us in unison.
As reality plays forward in slow motion, waiting for the words,
the words to reach you.
And im sorry i never patched things up...♥
Things aren't what i want them to be.
But nobody ever died of a broken heart.