Hits me hard. Again and again.
Nearly every night, It calls to me;
Beckoning...
When will it stop?
I would wish to let you in my head.
Laying Platonic, in my bed.
Comforting, Emotion pass through us.
But because of the curse, I flee to lust
My fearful attachment of loves to last too long
Writing this song,
Remembering the good 'ol days.
This is not a time for reminiscence,
As that will bring me to tears.
But the days before Emotion.
Those first budding months.
Barely even a year...
How I wish to let you in my head,
Laying Platonic, in my bed.
The ease to speak what words can't say...
I try to sleep. Internally cry. Another day.
This overwhelming desire for human contact
Tears me apart.
I wish to give it all to everyone.
Keep nothing for myself, as I belong to the World.
The Earth may have me.
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This is just a start. I know the ending isn't there at all.
More to come.
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