The Day I Fell In Love With You, Again.

No more tears to cry,

The plastered grin will wash away,

These running messes will dry,

My feet, on this ground, will never sway.

Again.

 

The corner will never be

A place to hold my solitude,

The darkness will never see me

From this forgotten latitude.

Again.

 

My hands will stop their shaking,

My heart will stop its irregular beat,

My loneliness won't need erasing,

My skin, so cold, will begin to heat.

Again.

 

My soul will bring me to the place,

Where I will meet you,

Our fingers will then interlace,

At this spot we both knew.

Again.

 

This will happen to me some day,

I have hope for this too,

When it comes around you will want to stay;

This will be the day I fell in love with you.

Again.

The End

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