Looking into your eyes is like a time machine,
Going back to all the nights I first began to wonder
If you would even notice if I left the room.
And now I stand before you, no different than before—
My eyes the same eyes, my hands the same hands
But I can’t help but hope somebody new stands before you.
All I have now is fleeting moments looking into your eyes,
We share the same past and enough memories to fill a book—
I have enough dreams to fill the world.
I can’t help but lie awake and cogitate about holding your hand,
Gripping it so tight you know I’ll never let you go.
I don’t think you know that I still exist and honestly—
I question this reality too from time to time.
What a cruel world we live in, where we dream of holding hands
And end up realizing that we have grown too old for childish games.
How are our paths destined to cross? Have we already said goodbye?
Will I ever get to live that dream, holding hands?
I can’t seem to let you go, shake your memory loose
Maybe one day I learn how to live
Or perhaps I’ll always dream of fleeting hands.
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