AMONG THE FLOWERS
If I could see you as you are instead of how you seem
I might save my heart some pain, but I could never dream
and if I could be myself for once, I think that you’d like me
but I can’t show you anything you can’t already see
Are you who I think, or who I dream?
Who you are, or who you may be?
Is this real, more or less?
Or is what I feel meaningless?
How could I see you as you are without remembering
you lying asleep among the flowers (it was a scene unseen)
and if I could play the part again, I’d give myself for you
so you could walk out in the sun in all of your virtue
I say your name under my breath to hear it said
I see your face on the inside of my eyelids
and I listen for your voice, but I can never hear it
I close my eyes cause when I dream it will be clear again
My love comes to you like waves crashing on the shore
Oceans trying to get to you, but always falling short
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