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.
I wonder what I look like
In your eyes.
What I look like
In your dreams.
Maybe I'll be gone,
But please carry on.
Don't be shadowed in the dark,
Maybe this is a poem,
And maybe it's just words of love
Spilling endlessly from my thoughts,
Smudging into one on the page.
Hello Fall,
I see you outside my window,
I pass you every day on our road.
Do you know what secret life holds?
Hello Fall,
What happens when it starts to snow?
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