new things in the new year
how so much different life could have been,
if you decided not to come along.
happening all in one blur of a night,
meeting too late for anything crazy.
so call it just some stupid, young love, but
inspire me with your passion for the world,
amuse me when i’m in need of a laugh
destroy me because i will move away.
we will continue this thing anyways.
i can’t but think of where will this all lead?
growing together to crumble apart?
or maybe closer than ever before?
it’s one part of a bigger picture so,
let’s be young and play in this love show.
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