PARADOX...

What does this confusion mean you are when you say things you don't
realize the warmth I send to you in the night sky I whisper your name
has every meaning has it's ulterior motive to sit and do nothing
hides from everything has some sort of paradox lying in the wild
flowers bloom and die in misery of what could have been to the stars
in my closed eyes I see what you hide behind the coldness of winter
won't keep this love from being felt as though you were already there
is a kind hearted soul beneath the cruel remarks on how beautiful the
world is overflowing with drifts of snow peaked in the softness of
your touch me in all the right places elude us into thinking that we
would always be okay to question the confusion


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