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Love at First Site


We had a connection

A connection that would not be cut down

Not even for the life of me.

 

A week went by and you questioned why it was you

I just thought you were pretty cute

I didn't think much of it.

 

Connected through music

I would've thought that we were the headphone jack on our phones.

 

Surfing on the beach,

The wave of sounds so strong

That it could've rivaled our burning passion for eachother

 

However, every song ends.

It always ends.

 

The flame dims 

I feel like the music does, too

However, the only song that replays in my mind is you. 

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