Traveller

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Tell me something boy, I thought love was the antitode but I'm not always the smartest and definitely not in love either.
I count the stars in your eyes. I try to shine like your eyes. But you don't know you're beautiful baby. Maybe stars are blind too.
I think of home then I think of you and I think of love and heartbreak too. But we never know till we try. Maybe uncertainty's healthy for the mind too.
 The other day when you held my hands. Your hands smelled of nothing and something blue. I'm sorry I'm indecisive. I'm sorry this might be the reason why you'd leave.
If I had two options.                                                                                                                                        I'd choose you
I never ask where we're going. I'm scared that means we'd have to stop one day. I just want to keep going. My heart is a traveler.
It'll probably come to an end one day.                                                                                                         I never loved you and you never held my hands.                                                                                        I never smelt your hands and you never loved me.                                                                                        It never happened
We'll never happen.          but this heart is a traveller.                                                                                        This girl is a wanderer.

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