The Sweetest thing is you,
Like how roses are lovely, but they fade away
or how, chocolates melt and how the skies turn grey
sweeter than candy
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From the painting to the page
My feelings for someone afar,
Never fade until the puddle dries up.
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The dark bags of the man's eyes
Fight against the pale white of the snow
Glistening against the rugged brown
That old boots drag through its grace
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The sound a pearl makes
Can make any grown man cry!
The waves call out your name
Please try not to lie!
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before you I thought love was a thing far off
a constellation beautiful enough to look at, but too fragile to touch.
Then you showed up.
Quiet.
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Before you, happiness was a rumor, a faraway song
I could hear but never quite feel.
And then you came
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The sun is different today, as if it rose with something in its eyes not bright and loud like yesterday, but softer, as if it tries to understand the way I feel when everything feels out of place, when even silence starts to speak in corners I can't quite erase.
I stepped out and let it drop over my face, my heavy mind, and suddenly I forgot the things I'm trying not to find.
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Today I looked into a mirror
I seen you not a ghost or a shadow but a person a person
that looked broken and cracked a person while reflecting that also seemed like it was me,
but it wasn't me it was you.
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The night I found you, I started wondering for once, am I happy?
I saw the light in the sky a month ago, when you walked in,
eyes that said, "please help me."
Lost, confused, like you knew where you were sitting
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You're the silence in the loudest times,
The gentle light that never dies away.
As morning sun on troubled sea
you find a way to comfort me
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