Does he look at you?

Like I know I would

Would he protect your heart?

In a raging storm


What’s he do for a living?

Does he chop things up?

He will break your heart

When you need it most


How on earth did you meet?

Was he the only one?

Do you feel elated?

When he turns up late


When he holds you close

Could your world collapse around you?

Do you speak in movement?

Or mumble hollow words


Tell me are you blind

Or are you short minded

What’s the point in trying?

If all that’s left is pain


If you are truly happy

Forget we’ve ever spoken

But if you let things happen

I’m waiting by the door







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