If Longing is Pathetic...

Underneath the light of a lamp post I glow

If you see me waiting there ,dream of me by firelight

Remember how you brushed my hair back and whispered

Remember how you couldn’t hold back the words

And now you’d take back every word if you could

 Don’t call it a mistake just because it ended

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 I get on the bus I hope you can’t see me now cause I’m about to cry

 I pay the man and curl up in my seat

 I’m so tired of pretending it’s not all falling apart

Why is everything you do such a struggle?

 And why does it seem so worth it to me?

 There’s a man on the bus trying to make conversation I nod numbly and peer out the window

It’s to dark to see anything but headlights and streetlights

 But I still picture you following the bus

Until you feel pathetic and turn away

If longing is pathetic I’m the worst of the bunch

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The bells ring out all the way down Ontario street

But no banners fly

 Not anymore

 I’ll soon be home I’ll get ready for bed and I’ll sleep

 I’ll probably dream too

You don’t want to hear about my dreams

Love isn’t lucid

 Tells me what I know is true

Love never dies it just changes Love ,become the chameleon you are!

If it’s the only hope I have I’ll forget you I’ll close my eyes and fade you to black

The End

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