I used to dream.
Of holding you in my arms,
With my face in your neck,
Smelling your hair...
Listening to your soft voice,
And the way you would giggle...
Just to talk,
About nothing...
I often wonder, even now.
Wouldn't it be something,
To sit with you again,
And talk about nothing...
But I cannot be for you,
What you need me to...
Thought it's all I want to do.
I am,
Not that...
So the air carries away my flame,
Because your soul cries for heavy rains,
And I must live,
If it's all the same...
Such a shame.
If only the stars could feel my pain.
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