Wednesday, January 14, 2015

i'm being immature.

every time i say i'm leaving
i see it in your eyes
considering if this is worth it
when it'll just end in goodbye

i see the hurt flash on your face
and your voice so slightly crack
when i talk of far and distant lands;
of never coming back

i'm guarding the distance between us
keeping my feelings at bay
because my heart cannot be broken
if i'm the one that's gone away

maybe i just keep pushing you
to see if you will stay.

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