When its time to go, I'll give up my hopeful wings and head forth with a level head.
No more random encounters to seek nor dates I try to plan around your closed schedule.
I'll go home and sit alone upon my throne.
Until then, I'll never go to sleep on those dreams of possibilities.
I could save your life in so many ways; count the number of times you claim I've scared you and just take into account the number of times I've made you happy.
Think of the ways I can make you smile.
You're stuck in the past, a history of grief.
I should reconsider these words, but I can't let you stay there. There's a brighter fate for us.
There's nowhere for me to turn and no place to hide; all the rocks are overturned and I dont want to miss you seeing me gaze in your eyes.
If I ever leave them, I dont think you would care.
If I ever leave, I dont think you would want to be reminded of me.
Later Days
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