You took my pulse
without ever touching me,

Like honey and flowers,
you were my bumble-bee

You turned my blue heart,
into gold

Turned all my worries,
into stone

Maybe this is love
I'm not sure

I still remeber when I saw you
by that beach shore

The salted wind played with your hair
Gosh, I wish I could have been there

My mind keeps forgetting,
that your not real

It's making me think,
that I'll never heal

From falling in love
with people who aren't here

Why do all the best ones
have to be words on a page


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