How come you don't miss me?
Why is it that I'm sitting here
Missing you?
I know why.
You're just preoccupied.
I know why.
There's others keeping your attention.
That's why you're not telling me
I wish you were here.
That's why you're not saying
I miss you so badly it hurts.
How come I still miss you?
You're my fairy tale.
That's why I'm missing you.
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ILY
If
there
were
An ocean wide
And a chasm deep
Where I can lie
And laugh and weep
Then
Say
I
The rose of Sharon
The valley's lily
Is who I'd say
You've come to be
Come
And
See
Figures of sticks
With smiling faces
We've become
In confined spaces
But fairy tales
In some realities
Become more
Than simple stories
Yet seeds must die
Before they bloom
And that is why
ILY
ps
A longing fulfilled
Is sweetness still
But hope postponed
Has spears to kill
Yet hope that's right
Is hope for those
Who come to them
Our hearts to transpose
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