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days from now |
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I'll love this days from now.
A reminisc.
Of lumps in my stomach.
Making me cry, with smiles.
Feeling so stupid, for the day.
Not knowing what would occur
At the end of the day.
Smiling and laughing and joking,
When all I'm left with is tears.
And a pain piercing my existance.
Pick up the phone.
Call her.
Tell her you love her.
Tell her of your tears.
She will cry.
But no solution.
The moment has been wasted.
The tears soothed.
A pre-destined pain...
That I knew would come.
I accept.
Perform penance.
Tit...for Tat.
Yearn, I do yearn.
For 48 hours from now.
When I will smile and lie adjusted.
Loving her the way I should.
In peace. |
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