One week left to live,
four months of which I'll never speak.
People come and enter,
but your make up will always stay on my shirts.
The truth won't matter as long as you smile,
history will repeat,
once more,
we will meet.
Now with space between us,
I had it all.
Now I act with such demeanor,
I had it all.
Soaking wet,
from the tears of the clouds,
yearning our goodbye.
Loved be those poor geese and ducks,
fighting the cold as we hide under our sheets.
No matter the space between us,
I still have you.
With hopes of seeing a rainbow,
fighting over unicorns,
nothing ever happens,
patience,
sleep half of the day,
it's called patience.
Looking so peaceful,
hearing my whisper,
yelling out of fear,
you got up.
Thought you never listened,
thought you never listened,
I thought.
Did you hear,
you're really all I need.
Now with space between us,
I had it all.
No matter the space between us,
I still have you.
One night I'll never forget,
one handed torture devices that make us laugh.
One handed laughing methods leave us bruised through the days,
yet love will spark,
it'll always spark.
As the geese come out of hiding,
we leave our comfort,
entering waters we thought we'd never swim,
drying our thoughts just so we can go back home.
Spent the broken days outspoken,
money sorted, farewell my old friend.
Enter a new chapter,
same spotlight, you became more.
Now with space between us,
I realize,
I love you more than I should.
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