Saturday, 25 April 2026

You, you, you, only you

 All I want you
And yet here I am
Wasting away 
Dying slowly 
Sighing, waiting 
For a better day to come
And though I've seen 
Love isn't a palpable thing
Ours was a substance 
Made in heaven by angels 
And destroyed by humans 
Because you and me
We were never strangers 
We were who we were meant to be 

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