Something sehnsucht new crafted in the dark
Lie beside me in a moment your beauty stark
I feel a yearning, craving an addiction in you,
Deep inside aching indefinable, distant, blue,
Never fully attain O ideal place person home
You cannot be reached this close to you roam
Unfolds a desire I see you et al-before I stand
Understand you worship you, vales in a land
I still hold you Imagination you begin to fade
A presence in absence, a taste where you laid
That almost echoes near touch a time in away
Each line we stretch a fate what could be gray
Bloom me in the humming promise, keep me,
To long me in a short of me swim me in a sea.
Mar 17
Mar 17, 2026 at 8:32 AM UTC
Something sehnsucht new crafted in the dark
Lie beside me in a moment your beauty stark
I feel a yearning, craving an addiction in you,
Deep inside aching indefinable, distant, blue,
Never fully attain O ideal place person home
You cannot be reached this close to you roam
Unfolds a desire I see you et al-before I stand
Understand you worship you, vales in a land
I still hold you Imagination you begin to fade
A presence in absence, a taste where you laid
That almost echoes near touch a time in away
Each line we stretch a fate what could be gray
Bloom me in the humming promise, keep me,
To long me in a short of me swim me in a sea.
There is something very addictive in the worship of what is real yet our imagination starts to hum a song softly strumming the chords that seem to hold us together as we slip apart in the morning sun.
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