50% is not a large enough number
to give me any sort of hope.
But somehow the feeling still mingles
in my mind.
Your respect for me
has probably hit the ground,
And I'm running
away from you over and over again.
How can you not see
how I fell for you?
Can't you see it
in my gaze?
Even rejection can turn into love
a year later.
Though even the majority vote
can fail.
But I hope that this chance
turns into something more.
We run back to your house,
The lights are still on,
And they cover your freckled face,
Like it's the sun.
The grass brushes our feet,
And the wind catches in your hair,
We sit out on the sand,
The fog covers the sky,
And blankets the world,
Like a shield.
The waves nip at our feet,
The water's cold
But I'm warm because you hold my hand,
We stand on the dock,
The sun has set,
But I can see your happiness
Even in the dead of night.
The streetlight's on,
The metal is all rusted
And covered in salt,
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