Funny

its funny isn't it,

the things you pick up without even noticing-

like how this will make him smile,

or that would make him laugh,

or if you say this, it'll make him blush.

it's funny the things you see without even thinking-

the things that slowly become second nature...

i see you, do you see me?

i notice all the little things you do,

the small tidbits you say-

its funny how falling can be so gradual,

you never even feel it until you hit the ground-

funny the things that build you, 

and then break you down-

funny how the world can crash without a sound.

The End

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