Some hearts are empty shopping bags,
When love is a purchase.
Kept the receipt in a bottom drawer.
Letting myself dream of you, again.
The way light catches your eyes,
Your smile makes me softer.
Holding her hand at sunset, hearing her laugh
And, "I love you."
I've realized I'm not "Looking for someone like you,"
I'm looking for you.
Have we met?
Justin
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