and oh what a feeling, to be feeling with you
i only cried hearing that song when i was with you
the one ive listened to since i was young
maybe something about your cheeks or your mind
or your philosophy or your lies
made the words so much clearer than ever before
or maybe i was being possessive of the melody
that you got to feel the strums of
ringing through your ears for only the first time
it felt like a second hand first impression
or a dream without familiarity
the change in your glance every few lines
along with a slight smile
and the crinkles around your fingers
tracing a constellation of the melody onto the sky
made me feel like a kid again, listening to my song
you made me a kid again, listening to our song.
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