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4:37 In The Morning

seven days
thats how long it took me
to fall in love with you
i dont really know you
and you dont really know me
but how could we?
we've only spoken for seven days
i can easily find more than
eleven trillion ways of telling you
why the mets are better than
the yankees in every way
but i cant even find a single way
of telling you how much
you cortelyou
made me feel
these past seven days
haha you've got be kidding right?
i tell myself, online dating?
yeah right, that doesnt work
its just a breeding ground for
stuck up b*tch*s and stupid jerks
i have tried to ignore you
but every time i try
i cant help but adore you
i'm not even going to lie
i cant sleep right now
it's 4:37 in the morning
almost bright outside
and i cant stop thinking of you
you're quite a lady
and i'm glad i met you, online of all places
however strange it may be
but i hear fate works in mysterious ways
and i'm grateful to have been
in the presense of heaven's grace
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Submitted on December 04, 2015

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