Again from "Reinforced Hearts" i'm skipping alot from the first two books just to paint the picture of the 3rd.
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I miss you so much,
Your intense feeling,
Your rush.
The hold you used to have on me,
The hold you had on my heart.
I want to cry at night without you,
Like a child without its blanket,
I need to be held by you.
A lonely pilgrim trying to find an inner belief.
I find myself loosing what you used to feel like,
My thirst for your strength and passion withers-
In my heart.
The one you used to be devoted too.
It just feels like the feeling won’t be back anytime soon.
A derelict space waiting for immigration.
You whisper in the air,
That beautiful song you sing,
The Song of Love.
I re-wrote it though,
For you my dearest
But now it sounds desperate and is no longer the
Song of Love-
But the Song of Lust.
This is now the only ballad I hear now;
With your chorus it whispers back into the air.
And I wait…
Waiting for your arrival,
To move your things back in,
To re-sing the song
And to help me throw my blanket away.
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