raining in paris

“let me hold your hand;
in the fast currents of life,
it’s you i want near.”

“i see you and i
slow dancing under the stars
in a silver dream.”



“oh, what will it take
to get you out of my mind?”

“erase the heart first.”



“i thought i loved you.
i think what hurts more is that
you felt that way, too.”

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