
I’m worried
Because
Your eyes tell a story
Of space
Uninterest
You look through me
If at me at all
And sometimes
I’ll find you off in the distance
The only emotion you commit to
Is lying down
On your own sword
But even then
You tell me again and again
You’re only
Responding to me
Otherwise
We’d both be left in a land
Where complacency reins
Are you writing about a real person in your life? It seems like you are.
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Pretty much, always…
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Honest! Sometimes life can feel so confusing and perplexing.
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And that is when we know we are alive ❤️
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