While looking through this frosted glass
I thought I glimpsed your face
And considering I had seen for the first time,
A poetic description of beauty
Yet words leave You incomplete
My trophies waste away
The worthless earnings of my days
Glimmer in this fake, florescent light
And my heart doesn’t beat
Until I see You again
You creep into my dreams
To save me from my nightmares
And when I wake, I’ll love you
Because that is all I have to do
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