minus the barer of bad news if all fails to take flight.
seeing as im the exposer of the most vulnerable components i posses
i suggest you let me handle myself accordingly if i fail to, address all the tingling thoughts that have fluttered into my mind, because i, have run out of time to say that line that goes "well, i mean, i dont know. its just how i feel. im able to accept things that seem far too real and believe me i was far too off to even think of the thought of being with you.
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i give in. i can only put up the tough act for so long and the second you say you're ready, then im on, on and up for anything again. i live for the second you accept me as your one and only and i cant say i sleep lonley like cuz just the other night i dreamnt of you and i taking flight. i lived in the leaps and bounds n found that in this dream, the only thing you thought of was me. im a desperate fool to count the second in which the day passes till i relive my fairytale of life when the night lights bright up the sky and my comfortable songs and lullabies are the only true things to seize time as i lay idle by the wayside and wait. for you. to appear. there. over there in the field of dreams and i have these scenes that reemerge on a daily, more like nightly, and its kinda frightening how i depend on these dreams. its clockwork of the unwanted kind i imagine. it has been ever since way back when, when, i fail to even recall the moment you said we never had anything at all. was it my fault? did i say something? didnt i say something? my only option is running for that something that, we never had at all.
so i guess it is my fault. i extend my deepest apologies and send these tears to your front door and will there be more? possibly. because honestly, its hard for me to believe that there was a hint of sincerity when you said you didnt wanna hurt me. so if all i have all these dreams, these scene that reemerge on a daily , more like nightly, and yeah, it is kinda frightening but that just might be the thing that gets me to say silly silly me. it is not I who lives with pain of giving in, it is you who lives with the misery of what could have been.
