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Happening Again

By Zoé Daoust


Everything went hazy,

When you came into view,

My heart went crazy,

Walking in the moonlight,

Right then I knew,

It’s happening again, I’m in love with you

Under star-speckled blue,

I’ve fallen in love with you.


Sitting with you,

Staring at the skies,

Marking constellations,

Love stories of ages past,

It was all I could do,

To not spend the whole time,

Gazing at you.


Those brown eyes,

Sparkling in the moonlight,

Laughing at something I said,

Smiling brighter than the whole sky,

I don’t know what to do,

It’s happening again,

I’m in love with you.


Trying hard to fight my feelings, 

Falling deeper every day,

Hiding it every possible way, ‘He’s just a friend’, The lie I tell myself,

Just keep it hidden,

It’ll go away.


But.


Everything went hazy,

When you came into view,

My heart went crazy,

Walking in the moonlight,

Right then I knew,

It’s happening again, I’m in love with you

Under star-speckled blue, 

I’ve fallen in love with you.


I turn giddy when I meet your eyes,

Telling myself it isn't right,

A glance becomes a stare,

I tell myself I don’t care, 

It can’t possibly be,

How long could I pretend?


“He’s really just a friend”

Can’t let him know,

Friendship shouldn’t be risked,

For something like this,

Being his girl,

Is an impossible wish,


But.


Holding hands in the moonlight,

I start to think,

Is it really?

Turning to you,

Staring into your sparkling eyes, 

Swirling caramel skies,

I confess,

My best friend,

My strength, my comfort,

And my love.


Everything went hazy,

When you came into view,

My heart went crazy,

Walking in the moonlight,

Right then I knew,

It’s happening again, I’m in love with you

Under star-speckled blue,

I’ve really, truly fallen in love with you.


By Zoé Daoust


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