Fret
Thinking to myself how the words always never come out The first time was arrogant just won't trade it hoped this would have been different and easy Figuring out all the emptiness being filled with nothing The closeness always being dreamed off Selfness is a trait cherished Abuse of words lacked Minutes feeling, being days Reality being as far as the sky Scream Trust being the prove of me A smile pricelessly adored When the sting of tears dry before it falls This feeling that isn't pain, not rejection or loneliness The heart beats with rhythm lost When the tunes of music start to fade laying on the slab staring at the stars thought only you can provide Love once felt