F.B. and others
~Some. Others. Most, would rather make love-Yes, I go there. I am not above.
Speak the truth, only when you choose.
I am sorry, truth doesn't lose.
It is here again...
I am here, as I will always be.
You are there, not with me.
Close, yet so far away.
Slip on down, my grasp not strong enough.
Not so tough,
As I would like to be. Can't save you while trying to save me.
The hole in my heart. Trying to fill it with your void.
Your nothingness and I'm annoyed.
Say, can you come inside? Too weak and I run and hide.
Speak the truth but also run from it. It hurts
Only some. From others. From you most.
As I will always be...
Your not here with me
You promised and it was only words.
Faint whispers spoken so long-
Time
Ago.
Your gone. Bye~
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