silent on the side as i wait my turn to come
shall i burn inside the sun or on the wall?
your hand is near my heart and i can't think how to breathe
will i fall apart or float upon the breeze?
distance has a way of making everything so small
i can't imagine the pain you keep away
will it find us in the dark? will our hiding spot be strong?
just how long can we last this far apart?
compliments of air, precious little star
how i wonder just what it is you are
if the winds be true, may we catch this evening sky
fly further than the night and say goodbye
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- I write not to make sense but to lose it.
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