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With every car that passes, there’s a ringing in my ears,
Over a thousand faces behind glass windows I’ll never hear,
The ringing repeats in my head as if to constantly remind
That possibly the most perfect person, has just drove right past my eyes
Maybe the person most suited to me, is thinking of ‘me’ too…
But we both hold out maps upside down and miss each other by miles,
I love the uncertainty; I love the fact that you may hear this line
And wonder if it’s you I’m writing about, or if I had someone else in mind
I’m always on the lookout, for someone to make me change,
To influence my decisions, and help me see the error in my ways.
I know you’re out there listening, even if you can’t hear my song,
A car will pass, your ears will ring, to my melodies, and you’ll sing along
I’ll be stuck in your head as you lie on your bed and write carbon copy lines
But if we both feel the same, are these my lines? Or are they your lines?

If I could conquer you, id lose the spark of this chase
The feeling that you’re so different, yet totally the same
As the diary reaches the end of this year
The pages show me the points I’ve traced
I wonder what you’re doing right now
I wonder where you are right now
It I could conquer you, id lose the spark of this chase

When this receiver rings, I know it’s not you on the line
But for that second of deliberation, between listening to the sound
And picking it up, I pretend to myself that you are there and mine,
Ive imagined myself with you, in hundreds of scenarios
Ive painted a picture of you in my mind
We could have shared a ‘hello’ in a crowded elevator
Or maybe waited for something in the same line
I may never know, but ill never lose hope…
I wonder what colour your eyes are, and if it’ll matter about mine
I’ve fallen in love with a character I’ve created, for lack of a better line
If I could really draw, id spend a day with closed eyes,
Pixelate, create, and memorize every contour of your beautiful face
I’d buy a special pencil, and colour you on my page.
And paste that image to every wall
It’s only then, my little heart, it would break
If I found out you were make believe after all…

Still, id regard the memory, like the fictional characters we loved as kids
But id never rule you out, like a line upon my page
Because you could be as real as this ink,
I never want to miss you, I never want to miss you.
And for that very reason, I promise to never blink.

A cheater's tale.. (unfinished.)

She sets her keys on the side, a sound to signal her arrival,
his heart skips and wills him to run, and instinct of survival.
One hand on the banister, a foot on the first stair,
her breathing is soft as she walks to him, completely unaware.
He wonders if the guilt would kill him, if he kept it to himself,
she enters the room and with a single simle, puts that question on the shelf.
'Are you okay?' her face is twisted, she knows something's not right,
he attempts a reassuring smile, but his eyes can't meet her sight.
He mumbles 'I'm fine' and excuses his mood for a migraine.
He allows his gaze to meet hers and realises his heart can't take the strain.
She turns her back, about to leave,
as he feels his stomache begin to heave.
his eyes trace her shoulders and her beautiful hair,
she hesitates in the doorway, sensing his stare.
before he can help it, he begins to sob,
she continues walking and doesnt stop,
she returns and hands him a tissue, before sitting beside him.
he draws a long breath, preparing to let out what's burning inside him.
she doesn't say a word, just sits patiently on their bed,
through the silence he attempts to unscramble the thoughts in his head.
'I'm so sorry' are the few words he is able to speak,
his mouth is dry, his hands clammy, and his heart is feeling weak.
When she doesn't respond, he is forced to continue his confession,
He knows he must tell the truth, as his lying has become an obsession,
he tells her how he cheated, and how he regrets it now,
He watches as her face, manages to remain solemn, somehow.
He asks her to speak her thoughts, to open up her mind,
she doesnt raise her voice, and her words are always kind.
She tells him that she loves him, and this crushes his feable heart,
shes asks him how it happened, and when did it all start.
he insists it was just the once, but she doesn't look too sure,
she tells him if he's lying, she'll walk straight out the door.
He insists he's being honest, because he loves her far too much,
'Darling, I feel the same, but it seems you're losing touch'.