love note
surrounded by strangers
not acclimated to this air
i am right here
you're over there
ask to borrow my days
they are already lent
i've been on a spree
everything is spent
there is no change
nothing to give back
i poured it all out
from the longing....
and the lack
of air that is familiar.
surrounded by strangers
not acclimated to this air
i am right here
you're over there
ask to borrow my days
they are already lent
i've been on a spree
everything is spent
there is no change
nothing to give back
i poured it all out
from the longing....
and the lack
of air that is familiar.
1 comment:
ah, that familiar air . . . that *is* true longing.
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