getting close to the end

i think i'm gonna stay
i'll make you love me someday
i'll train to be numb
or at least to act less dumb

i'll lock away the reveries
i'll bury all the memories
sufficiently, i'll remember some things
although no more than just some flings

but that summer night on that terrace
while the others were nowhere near us
i'll keep the memory running inside
that is one thing i will not fight

i'll keep in mind the song that was playing
and the horrible voice who was singing
and all the friends i didn't know
and the buoys with lights that glowed

in the meantime while i don't see you
pretend you miss me, pretend like you do
because maybe if you get used to it
your heart and mine would eventually fit

the guy in front me was dorkily cool.

and he always always try
to walk unseen by the looking crowd
while they wonder who is this person
that walks so unintentionally intriguing.
but none of them dares
to ask why he walks that way,
or whether he would stop one day
just to let them see a while longer.
they give up to the idea
that he's forever in a hurry.

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