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Wondering if too much of my happiness is in your hands.
Answering the phone eagerly only to hear the yapping of telemarketers.
Interesting, how you didn't call.
Tidying the entryway.
“Why am I this way? Why can’t I change?”
How bold of you to assume things will always be the same.
Over the bright hills, under the deepest part of the sea,
It's not you until it is.
It's not you until you decide to text back.
Till you say yes when you mean no.
Till it's passed midnight.
Till all of your friends have left.
A world where smog flies in the skies
No birds at all that will survive
All things share the same breath
Yet we say it’s okay
Like it’s a lie
Air shares its spirit
A circle, and three lines
Put everywhere the sun can shine
Left and right, big or small,
Short little houses and buildings tall
We know the symbol, we’ve known it for long
But do we really know it’s sweet song?
Melodies are like a cloudless sky,
sometimes gliding into your head
and other times disappearing into a thin wisp of air like an
Umbrella of fear,