i've cared for you in ways
i'll never truly understand
and neither will you
i find myself
here
once again
questioning
too many things
smoke sticking
to you -
i know you've been
smoking
although you swore
you quit
we stand
too close to
the eiffel tower
and i'm lost
because in paris
there is magic
our souls transended
time
i'm different
by your standards:
i smile slower
and never meet
your eyes
that's a mistake
i've learned
yes, i have learned
you're like a cancer
and i'm slowly
dying from you
1968-
that was the year
of the flood
we waded deep
to our waist
and i'm scared
to be
myself around you
anymore.
and i wonder
do you love
me anymore
or who
i used to be -
i'm not her
but i still have
her heart
and it's not
fair.







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