Days have come and past by since I last talked to you
I am restless, disturbed from just missing you
I’ve laid awake trying to find a way to move on
It’s hard after all this time and gets to me on days like these
I carried my feelings in a rusty tin box and you still had the key
you have invaded me, my mind is infested of you, a persistent disease
in darkness, I sit in silent speech asking you in fevered pleads
what would I have to do?
I have given up tomorrow for you one before
I exposed myself, my spirit, my soul and all
it wasn’t enough? did you want more?
I miss you sometimes like if we parted moments ago
I can still taste you
feel you
want you
in the end I ask myself, at what cost?
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