Sometimes
I used to talk a lot about you in my sleep
Walking with eyes half-closed along a city street
Sometimes love will make the world
a safer place for those who pass
In between the cracks
I still dream of that
I used to hold long conversations in my head
And in them you’d agree with everything i said
No one asks to be the one who leaves
or who gets left behind
In between the lines
I still speak my mind
Sometimes
Sometimes I’d be happy
for no reason
Sometimes I’d feel
tears I had not cried
Who knew love could bloom
for just one season
Sometimes
I used to wish upon a star ‘most every night
Hoping to see your face reflected in the light
Sometimes all that you can try to do
is hold on to the spark
of your beating heart
Even in the dark, it shines
Sometimes
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