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one says love is tragic
one says miracle
one becomes a skeptic
one is vulnerable
it's sad to me how quickly we delfine
what is wrong with yours
is right with mine
you'd think that we could learn to let
things slide
just let things slide
one side moving closer
one is more obscured
one side feeling open
one in overload
all thwe time it takes to build things up
and no time flat to deconstruct
you'dthink that we could learn to give it up
give it up
the thin ice that we tread
the dangerously set intentions
go falling through
and you,i had you in my web
now here i am instead
hanging by a thread
i'm caught up in the back and forth
of balancing my fears
i'll tell you,though,for what it's worth
i fell for you,my dear.