cinnamon bun,
Flipped and turned
Words were scattered
Up, side, and down
Left unsaid
Hesitated for so long
Always wondered
Is the time right or wrong
To voice these expressions?
I ran over the edge
Chasing after you
Hanging by a thread
Words inside my mouth barely held on
Choosing only the phrases
That I want you to hear
The moment can’t be wasted
I am now behind you
You are finally near
So I slowly picked
One by one, without thinking
These scattered words
In this endless horizon
The time our eyes aligned
Holding the words, along with the chance
I held my breath
And sang everything I felt for you
Literary: Scattered Words
Flipped and turned
Words were scattered
Up, side, and down
Left unsaid
Hesitated for so long
Always wondered
Is the time right or wrong
To voice these expressions?
I ran over the edge
Chasing after you
Hanging by a thread
Words inside my mouth barely held on
Choosing only the phrases
That I want you to hear
The moment can’t be wasted
I am now behind you
You are finally near
So I slowly picked
One by one, without thinking
These scattered words
In this endless horizon
The time our eyes aligned
Holding the words, along with the chance
I held my breath
And sang everything I felt for you
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