slowly wandering to you,
just in time to reel
myself in and let my head
remind my heart
that there's no use
in taking the risk.
You are a traveler,
I am a dreamer.
We both have
reasons to stay,
but these were never enough
to keep us still;
because we have more
reasons to leave
and see the world
in different paths.
I go to sleep thinking
it will be the last
that we'll have
for tomorrow we should move on.
Yet, it's in that every moment
between sleeping and waking,
feeling the warmth of your skin
lying closely next to mine,
as I watch the sunrise
light your eyes,
that somehow all of these reasons
I've tried to make myself believe
gets tossed out of the window
and onto the wind.
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