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emily-lyons
emily-lyons
In your presence, I become curious. Alone, with thoughts of you I ruminate. An infatuation so infectious. Oh, how you make my life illuminate. All I ever hear from you is silence. What makes you so reserved, timid and shy? Oh what I’d give to make your acquaintance. So I listen and wait when you are nigh. A quick connection of the eyes, a glance. Your acknowledgement I’m barely given. So strong is my desire for a chance. Allow me your love and to you I’d run. When will a mutual feeling flourish? No confidence that I’ll gather courage.
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Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 3:17 PM UTC
curious
No light or air touches this broad chasm And few have been known to ascend from it Reconciliations to phantasms All sensation and love you will omit Why try and claw your way to the surface? The darkness embraces you like no other You become addicted to the abyss So you spiral down further and further It is feasible for one to break through To take that solitude expedition I know the specifics of this deep blue For I have risen to behold the sun Keep kicking your feet and reach for above Exhaling your gloom and inhaling love
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Oct 30, 2014
Oct 30, 2014 at 3:12 PM UTC
The Abyss