She has gotten so close to saying my name recently.
She looks at my bunker, and I look back at her, longingly.
But I don't know if she's looking at me. She wears sunglasses, so her eyes are hidden.
And my bunker's walls are still solid. They can be seen through, now, but that is the extent. I am trapped behind them, longing to escape, to brave the storm of the world, to reunite with her in the tightest embrace of them all, and do it together.
But I don't know if she sees me.
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Poems
PoetryA Wattpad-exclusive. I was inspired by DDLC for these, and I decided to post them here because it'd be cool to have some feedback.
