I want so badly not to say things I've said before
When I'm speaking of how I'm missing you
The truth is it's all been so sincere
And it's going to be sincere once more
Drawing from an array of misinterpretations
Was I blunt or reserved when I spoke
Was I ugly or by chance maybe lovely
Are you thinking of me thinking of you
When I'm staring into those green eyes
Do you notice the words I can't even say
And can you see how I'm speechless
But you want so much more than this
The lost imperfections that are me
I hope the words you spoke meant something
-- H.F.
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