When the moon stares on earth like this,
when the vastness of the sky fondles
too well on my loneliness,
when the horizon limits me
with only you to wonder about,
I wish I'could hear your voice
even from an unfathomable distance
even just in a kiss of a minute
- perhaps to see if you're doing well,
Even though I need no further clue
that you’re doing great without me.
And my wanting to hear your voice,
is more of me
not doing well without you.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 4:31 AM UTC
When the moon stares on earth like this,
when the vastness of the sky fondles
too well on my loneliness,
when the horizon limits me
with only you to wonder about,
I wish I'could hear your voice
even from an unfathomable distance
even just in a kiss of a minute
- perhaps to see if you're doing well,
Even though I need no further clue
that you’re doing great without me.
And my wanting to hear your voice,
is more of me
not doing well without you.
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