As the days go by
and the Earth rotates,
even the moon grows tired
of watching me wait.
All parts of me
still cry out your name.
I can’t hear myself speak,
everything burns just the same.
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From @viktoriadame
As the days go by
and the Earth rotates,
even the moon grows tired
of watching me wait.
All parts of me
still cry out your name.
I can’t hear myself speak,
everything burns just the same.