When all you see
Are eyes that follow your every move
When all you get
Are words that seem insincere
When all you do is chase them away
The one that stuns you
Beyond your senses
Suddenly you wonder about this stranger
Sparks fly
And you didn't know
what to do with those sparks
You fumble
You falter
You want it to happen
But the past attention
Prevents you from moving
You need to make the move
Coz it's her.
But how?
I need to think clearly
I need to make it happen
I need to push the past away
Coz strangers when they meet
Sparks can fly.
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