have a creased photograph
your oil portrait hangs in the hall
your voice on the telephone
as familiar as the voice in my head
but i don't know you
still wandering the woods
trying to find you
now i know
we can have witty repartee
we can dance as one
the lights go down
and my heart starts wondering exactly
who are you
maybe i'm a victim of insecurity
you've told me you love me
you've vowed and guaranteed
your devotion
still i'm putting on my hurrying shoes
and proceeding to the park
while i run
i can't help to notice
all the hearts out there
so i come home
and i sit next to you
incredulous with the thought
that i feel alone
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