Fall Apart
I lay under a tree,
With no voice yet glistening with glee,
And then I see you come along,
And I don't know what to feel,
Your voice is so pungent,
That it always feels wrong,
Even when singing the words to a song,
But I don't know what to sing,
Because I sat there in solitude,
Just waiting for this foul mood,
To disappear,
To not retrace,
To sit here and mope,
Because I don't know how to cope,
But all I know,
Is you won't see me fall apart.
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