The world flickers,
fading away,
as you tell me,
that you think I could be meant for you.
I start to wonder,
my hair at the mercy of the wind,
my heart at the mercy of your own,
in a new world,
that builds up,
as you build up the courage to kiss me…
I start to wonder,
why the man who believes in nothing,
made an exemption for me.
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