Rain is composing another soft song against the window
While I choreograph a dance with my fingertips on your neck
I could bet my heart on you smiling in the corner of your eye
But it doesn't matter,
I would give everything to you no matter if I win or lose
And while I lend a thought to you for feedback
you occasionally reward me with a smile or a laugh
Can you see
my body growing weak?
And every word I say is carefully weighed,
measured and evaluated
In hopes of impressing you
And oh, no I don't mind it at all
Every effort is worth the things I get in return
those little things that are barely there
just enough
for me to grasp and hold
on
to at night
when I'm
supposed
to sleep


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