it the tangibles
that i remember
your hair in your face
when you're trying
to tell me something serious
the glare you give
when you're trying
not to laugh at my jokes
oh to touch you again
it's the intangibles
that linger
the acceptance i feel
when you're trying
to understand my problems
the hope i get
when you're trying
to be better for me
stop trying, you're there
i live only to try
to give back to you
all that you given to me
(try)
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