how all these love songs
playing on the radio
were written just because
of certain someones
looping inside the minds
of the ones who wrote them.
It makes me wish
that someday too,
I'd listen to a song
playing on the radio
that was written
just because
thoughts of me
kept on looping within
the mind of someone
who couldn't help but
think of me.
Just like how thoughts of him
fill every piece
that these hands had written
since time beginning.
I hope you don't mind,
I hope you don't mind
now that I put down in words
how wonderful life is
while you're in the world
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