the urge to shout on the roof has been replaced
with the the fear of falling and breaking bones
and instead of falling head over heals,
i’ve stood and caught myself from
falling for you.
what’s become of our love?
it’s as if i have placed things before you,
stacked materials on top,
and forgot all about you.
my first love, i still remember
when i’m standing outside thinking,
i look up and i’m speechless
when i see you have been doing without ceasing.
You are a lover that never stops pursuing,
a quiet peace that is consistent,
and You are my listening ear when
I feel no one is paying attention.
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