sometimes i get myself thinking about you
and that i should call
meet with you
say everything, face to face
expose the problems
listen to yours
solve
and then it occurs to me if you think about me too
without understanding what the hell happened
i really owe you an explanation
and not by message
it needs to be in person
but then i think if you want to
if you're not better now
i'm not
i need you more then i though
one day i would need someone
i want to talk
tell the crazy things i did
why i cried every time i did so
and to have left you there
without answers
in the void
in the middle of nowhere
so i remember that everything i plan
i won't do
at the time it fails
and i can't even dial you number
and say 'hi'
i'm afraid of the answer
if you would answer the phone
if you said you didn't want to see me,
what would i do then?
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encore en vie
Poetrythe fantastic never seemed so common, the beautiful has never been more equal, life has never been more ordinary, and I've never been so confused, so I wrote.
