Your words are circling
Passively admits my prominent thoughts
Filtering themselves into residual knowledge
Yet in doing so you are escaping me.
It would be mad to try and remember this
A moment where you're smiling deeply
Into my eyes in this way
When I am trying to hold on
To your serenade of sweet lines.
Who is able to hold on to the purest moment?
Either you listen or you search
I am trying to balance both
Forgive me, I didn't hear you
Repeat again, I was trapped in your gaze.
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