I've Been Standing Here for Weeks

Hopeless, sappy love.

But who am I to say

that when the sun has tired and turned away

that you won't come and make me smile

and have me dance with grace and style

And maybe then, when stars are high

and echoes fill the modern sky

our hearts and minds and lips might blend

and to the moon this soul ascend

So here I'll stand with eyes transfixed

with eyes ablaze and signals mixed

while mouth agapes and body numbs

for sudden bliss that never comes

The End

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