Love, Unrequited VIII
I wish you could be here
A lush sequence
In an otherwise fossilized mind
Departed bliss
Dystopia of what is
Apocalypse now
Played on loop
I made it, I’m here
Waiting on you
Lost in translation
I presume
I’ll wait a little longer
I was early after all
I’ll be up all night
So take your time
Just get here
I’ll play our song
To stall the silence
Free my thoughts
But for a moment
Just come before your verse
You always sang it so sweet
Keep the walls up a little longer
From crumbling down and in on me
Your voice is true love
Authentication of reaffirmation
But your silence harrows
Lingers in the air
Sticks to the sweat on my skin
I taste it on my lips
That’s what your love is
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