She’s not there, Henrietta Harris
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Infatuation
Painted in my mind
You and I
and
Raging seas
Maybe I’ll never see you again
But I wanna remember
We are what our memories are made of
And they die with us
I never wanna forget the way I felt
You’re my sweetest escape.
I don’t know you.
Our eyes haven’t met.
But somehow, I can feel you drawing closer. Almost to touch.
I don’t know if I should tell you.
that I
am not in
love
with you.
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