The Third Time
Without the warmth and light of your soul,
the world withers and dies as if a human without oxygen
The human concept cries and rewrites the whole story
what it really means to be alive in your eyes.
Without you the world doesn't rise, no,
it all falls on what we all rely on to be safe.
There's millions, if not billions of ways
that what I'm saying to you has been said
But what differentiates my name in place of those pages
is the way your eyes sparkle as we kiss in bed
The way you smile when you see me and the way
your eyes shine when the light hits just right.
That is what we rewrite
We rewrite the way lovers fall
and scream the way that lovers do
We see each other and we write
But it's never enough to explain the very way
my heart races when I see your name
It's never enough to explain how you make me feel
like I'm not insane because of my pain
And it is surely never enough to truly convey
what has been said millions, if not billions of times.
That I have fallen for you, for the third time tonight.
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