Even Without You
When I come near you I don’t talk much.
When you speak to me, I secretly hoard the air
that comes out of you, and feel every second
that it stays in me.
I know it's pretty crazy.
But deep within my soul I yearn that someday you
yourself will force that air that comes out of you into me,
through my lips, in blissful exchange.
However, I’m aware that it’s just wishful thinking,
because you are already engaged. And happy.
It’s just really sad that things go the way they are.
The way they have to be.
Perhaps, even just one kiss before I leave
would make all the difference in my life.
Just that kiss...
Even without you.
When I come near you I don’t talk much.
When you speak to me, I secretly hoard the air
that comes out of you, and feel every second
that it stays in me.
I know it's pretty crazy.
But deep within my soul I yearn that someday you
yourself will force that air that comes out of you into me,
through my lips, in blissful exchange.
However, I’m aware that it’s just wishful thinking,
because you are already engaged. And happy.
It’s just really sad that things go the way they are.
The way they have to be.
Perhaps, even just one kiss before I leave
would make all the difference in my life.
Just that kiss...
Even without you.
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