There is pain in the things that are ignored
No rest for the unnoticed
Desires well fed by dreams
Forgotten upon waking
Always they come
Dreams and words
Wanting nothing more than that they stay
Instead dwindle
Grow distant
Declared you mine
You didn’t realize that outlined my obligations
Not yours
But I do wish
You’d say the same
This speaks to my loneliness, faint echoes barely heard in the vast emptiness.
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I’m both sorry that it does, as your friend, and not sorry, as a artist. *hugs*
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