How Could It Be?


It’s a beautiful day outside,
But I  seem to be staring and hyponotized.
The birds and the bees in trees,
Singing a song…
Our melody.

And how…
How could it be I’m falling in love?
I should be breathing the scent of a season well spent.
But the air is also suggesting,
So how could it be that I’m falling in love.
With you.

No, I dont want it.
It’s cliché, replayed.
And over done.
But here…
I still want you.
You fought well.
The battles been won.

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