I have always hidden myself like muffled thoughts over tea, a warm breeze on cold night, calling myself a pun, an allegory.
I have always run away like rustling leaves on autumn evening, a memory undone last season, much like an unknown love, a maybe.
I have always tripped over little secrets which, like those lyrics that stay jammed between choruses.
I have always over felt like a touch-me-not. I guess that is why they curl in, they represent the theory of introverts.
I have always sent you away in a wish, but you come back as an apology. Blank, sorry, and regretful.
But I have never ceased to love. I can feel nothing, do nothing, stay away, cry, crib, run away, hide myself, trip over, fall on my face, send you away; but never stop loving.
I have always wanted to learn how not loving felt like, why can't I?
I have always run away like rustling leaves on autumn evening, a memory undone last season, much like an unknown love, a maybe.
I have always tripped over little secrets which, like those lyrics that stay jammed between choruses.
I have always over felt like a touch-me-not. I guess that is why they curl in, they represent the theory of introverts.
I have always sent you away in a wish, but you come back as an apology. Blank, sorry, and regretful.
But I have never ceased to love. I can feel nothing, do nothing, stay away, cry, crib, run away, hide myself, trip over, fall on my face, send you away; but never stop loving.
I have always wanted to learn how not loving felt like, why can't I?
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