you are still warm to me
When I am out
I hope to pass you on the street
I hope you look at me
and see me for what I am
what I was to you
I hope you lock eyes with me
and feel a softness take over you
that you just didn't notice before
When I am out
I am afraid of passing you on the street
because I will feel the warmth
I will feel the softness that you brought out of me
And I will finally see the truth
that you won't
because you never did
and never will
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