your cynic all defenseless
your mask no longer in place;
that i often hide and watch
when you wait, impatiently for me
worry written across your face;
that my heart skips countless beats
when you look down at me
and with your eyes, laugh;
that your touch makes me grin
makes my heart do a dance
and i'm alive again.
these are things i won't tell you
because you already know too much
you already see too much
and i'd be a fool to admit
that i have no control over
this silly thing called my heart
since you have called me by name.
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