It’s Always Me
It’s always me
The one who feels it
And I’m also the one
Who tries to conceal it
I have to resist the urge
To look her way
To stare with adoring eyes
To voice words I long to say
But she steals my thoughts
My attention redirected
A magnetic pull
My heart effected
She doesn’t seem interested
So I hold back my heart
Pull in the reigns
From God’s own work of art
And then again
It’s me who feels it
Still, I’m the one
Who tries to conceal it
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