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.
Hello Spring,
I see you down the cobbled path;
Your flowers lead the way,
I run after you—two can play this game.
Hello Spring,
When it rains, I still chase you
You put on your glassy mask
So I'll only see
The version of yourself
You contrived for me.
You slip on your suffocating shoes
You lied to me like it wouldn't flood
Everything that we had built
Those nights you held me close
Like nothing could ever bring us down.
But the water is filling my lungs,
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