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

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