i feel as though i write my future in my past
and im still unsure when i ll live it in the present
may my pain be your pleasure.
masked in the practice of the finest actress
faces tell stories and hers is played vividly
every line lives perfect visual imagery
now to guide what I hide
the feelings deepest lie
stay rested cause I can't express what I feel inside
seconds become minutes add that to the hours
days go to nights its another restless shower
and she's the one in power
when the days become months and the months become a year
then the slithering emotions whisper the ending nears
pythons that have kept me wake all night long
tossing and turning yearning for the moment
love can I take you to breakfast,
but this meal is unlike any other that has occurred
amongst the lust of two birds so when I tell her my words
wrapped in the most beautiful of melodies
she tells me its over
the days becoming months was an issue she could stand
but the months becoming years was too long to see her man
I shed tears.
But the fluids of my eyes and countless sleepless nights
will never remove the one true love from out my life.
I Miss You
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