xxxii. there's no love between us

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I wish you'd be my rain,
the one I'd dedicate all those poems to,
to sing every love song to on my mind.

I wish I could lie awake at night,
thinking of you, and only you,
loosing I wish you were here somewhere
between my bedsheets,

Just as you do with me.
But I know I am only a sweet obsession to you,
one to have quickly and forget her even quicker.

No, I am nothing to you at all,
because how could you love someone
that I don't even know,
and the silence between us only grows
because I have nothing to say to you

other than you are wasting your time here

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