cuyler
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I'm not going to write about you anymore
I can't
they're all sick of you and
it's all my fault
when I talk about you I want to scream
that they're not listening
they don't pay attention anymore
What I don't understand is you,
why you are who you are
why I was chosen in the first place.
I can't figure out why you smile
or laugh
or why it brightens my day.
I can't be upset with you
Sitting can do no justice
to your beautiful voice
(even though it is not really so)
I think people skew things to how they want to hear them
so when we talk I love
the exchange of words to each other
Glance up
meet your eyes
a sea of blue I wish
to dive into
Open your mouth
speaking to me
your voice is a song
I wish to hear
Your laugh-
not graceful
the sarcasm in your blood
cuts cold through my heart
so screw you
the look in your eyes
slices my intentions in half
so screw you
your constant questions for me
Here we are, you and I
you think our time means nothing
but I know how much it really is
the laughs we share are priceless
and there's no more musical sound in the world
than your voice when happy
I wish
you took his hand in yours
and I hope
you guide him to your shining light
he is not saved
and he needs to be
because
he is too important to lose
