i wish she would love me,
in a way that the life in her words
would warm me
she says she does,
then why do i feel so cold?
i long for company
that'll send my loneliness running
i long to be her friend
in the way she's mine
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Escapism
Poetryit's better to write your thoughts down than voice them to deaf ears that lead to uninterested hearts.
