do you know what happens to a guy—
who may be a good kisser.
who did write her every night.
who might just make her happy.
he may lie alone—
underneath stars all kinds of yellow,
above memory-stained sheets.
in between future and past.
or he'll reach out—
to erase the words
that hurt them so,
to create new ones
to soften the blow,
or simply to let go.
but i—
will absorb the sun before it explodes,
just to know someone like You,
an' maybe you're right.
maybe this can be something new.
an' i think you still—
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