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I sit and I think of you Think of how it would feel being close to you I wonder how it'll feel to make you laugh and see you smile How warm or cold it would be in your arms And every time I think of you I smile without reason I fantasize even in the presence of you Birth dreams for you and me But truth is, you'll never know Although I see how you look at me Notice the stolen moments you tend to give yourself just by a look afar Like they say what's meant to be will be I hold on to the beautiful images I had captured looking at you Hold on to the butterflies I get when you speak to me Most times I die when you smile at me but I've developed a way to keep myself alive for the sake that you don't see It's not that I don't want you knowing I'm just afraid you'll be just another You knowing how I feel will give you an advantage over my already lovesick heart And how I wish to sense the taste of your spit I'd even take a bad kiss I longed for you to a point where it don't matter how it feels or how it ends, if it ever begins What I'm saying is, I feel you