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Feb 2013
I sit here alone
inside my head
and wait for this drive to wear off
The more i crave
your company
the more i feel so distraught

Your eyes mysterious
theres so much to study
the details reveal your soul
And as i delve deep into your mind
your heart i truly behold

But i must step back
and see the big picture
you are not mine in this scene
i pray someday to hold my True Love
Under suns blinding glean
Written by
Thomas  Parma Heights
(Parma Heights)   
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