i stood paralysed
with my orange ballpoint pen
i can't stop smiling
to my left and to my right, left again
there's a rush in my veins
not of blood, not of pain
it's ethereal
somehow even words can't explain
with it came a tint of blue
saying i want to, i want to
all those things i have forgotten how to
like singing you goodnight
like kissing you awake
like buying sweet and thoroughly useless memento
like hugging you to death
like laughing at you, silly
like talking to you on the phone until i fall asleep
like being with you
like missing you
like knowing the pain of having you far
like falling for you, again tonight
again this time
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