I wonder if we could ever be one,
With your simple, adolescent, dead heart.The one that is burning like the warm sun,Killing my soul, ripping it far apart.Is this real, or is this a cold nightmare,The answer I feel I will never know.As I pace back and forth hoping for air,The dead silence buries me like the snow. Indeed I will soon fall into a lie,Wishing for love that could never be true.I tire of watching you pass me by,I am tired of always craving you. Yet I know love will find it's way for me,For your eyes are the truth, and all I see.
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