Pointless, this craving. Sound to the deaf might

Show more useful than this eternal longing.

Fingers running over cold sheets turned to rite

As resolve begins to crumble, another hit calling.


Missing You

My watch is broken Slim hands trembling Struggling to move A heavy sigh escapes my lips, My heart it sinks, it skips.

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