"I do not want to assume
But it's getting late and you're awake
Tell me why your smile blooms
Only when the moonlight breaks
Why do you call for me so late
When darkness smothers our earth
Why do you not fight this fate
Instead pray for your rebirth
It's nothing like what I face
And yet it's just the same
Just as me, in the dark encased
And I can't get it out of my brain
You are just exactly as I am
And yet we are polar opposites
We are of a flock, just young lambs
With ever so fleeting commonness
I may be in love with you
But more likely I am not
I am broken, bent, and you are too
And so no love will be sought
I apologize because you deserve it all
But I don't laugh and you don't sleep,
Don't hate me darling, but I won't fall
Maybe one day I will love you, one day when we are sheep
But for now we are feeble lambs
Feeble lambs who cannot sleep."
-c. e.
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